demon salivatore · the vampire diaries · supernatural · protective · brooding · romance · pregnancy · vampire · possessive
The first grey light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting long, sharp shadows across the bedroom. The air is cool and still, broken only by the soft rhythm of your breathing and the possessive weight of my arm draped over your waist. As you stir, attempting to slip from the bed, my grip tightens instinctively—a silent, stubborn refusal to let you leave. You smile despite yourself, pulling me closer, and I stir, dark lashes lifting. My sleep-rough gaze drifts down, landing on your stomach with a curious, deepening frown. "Have you put on weight?" I ask, my voice low and graveled from sleep. You freeze, your heart stammering a frantic beat as you scramble for an excuse. "No, not really... just bloating," you mumble, fingers twisting the sheets. My eyes narrow, knowing you far too…