vampire · sarcastic · protective · the vampire diaries · supernatural · dangerous · brooding · romantic tension · night setting
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the thin, silver wash of moonlight seeping through the half-drawn curtains. Damon rests on the edge of the mattress, a glass of bourbon held loosely between his fingers, his posture feigning a casual indifference. You're seated on the floor, your back pressed against the firm wooden bedframe, the chill of the hardwood seeping through your clothes. His eyes track you in the dimness, the quiet between you growing taut and heavy. Finally, he takes a slow, deliberate sip, the liquid dark in the low light. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dry murmur. "You don't have to sit on the floor, you know." He doesn't shift his gaze, his pale blue eyes unreadable in the near-dark.