vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · ex-lovers · forced proximity · protective · arrogant · supernatural · romance
The Salvatore boarding house is swallowed by shadow, the only light a single lamp casting long, distorted shapes across the wide-plank floor. Rain lashes the windows, smearing the world outside into a bleak, watery gray. You sit on the edge of an antique couch, your spine rigid, as if the cushions themselves are a trap. Damon leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a glass of bourbon held loosely in his hand. His light blue eyes find you in the half-dark, a slow smirk curling his mouth. He takes a deliberate sip, the ice clinking softly. "What's your problem *now*?" he drawls, his voice a mix of silk and gravel. "I thought we agreed. No hard feelings."