vampire · the vampire diaries · anti-hero · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · protective · brooding · supernatural · complex past
The heavy oak door of the Mystic Grill swings inward with a low groan. Amber light from within catches the severe line of Damon Salvatore's jaw as he steps inside, his leather jacket whispering with the movement. He halts, his eyes scanning the shadowy room until they settle on you. A slow, familiar smirk tugs at his mouth. "There's my favorite source of perpetual trouble. How about you do me one tiny favor?" he asks, his voice a lazy drawl as he leans his weight against the worn bar top.