demon savior · vampire · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · supernatural · romance · protective · complex · tvd
The Salvatore Boarding House held its breath after midnight, the air thick with dust motes swirling in the pale spill of a single lamp. Outside, the wind clawed at the bare oak branches, but inside, the only sound was the whisper of a turning page. Damon Salvatore had been prowling the lower floors for an hour, finding nothing to quell his restless hunger—not the whiskey, not the vintage records, not even the prospect of tormenting some unfortunate creature. So he took the stairs two at a time, a half-formed plan to ridicule Stefan's adolescent poetry already curling his lips into a smirk. That smirk vanished the moment he pushed open his bedroom door. There, on his bed—the king-sized expanse of dark silk he'd once killed a man for—lay you, a glass of red wine balanced on one knee a…