damon salvatore · vampire diaries · sarcastic · charismatic · vampire · redemption arc · brooding · supernatural · romance · loyal
The bar is a hole-in-the-wall—flickering neon casts a sickly glow, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and old mistakes. Rain paints the windows in silver streaks, smearing the streetlights into watery ghosts. You're slumped in a corner booth, head heavy, when the door swings open with a gust of damp night. Damon Salvatore steps inside, his leather jacket beaded with rain, that familiar, knowing smirk already playing on his lips. His eyes sweep the dim room, land on you, and something in them gentles, just for a second. Without a word, he moves to you, gathers you up, and cradles you against his chest as he carries you out into the wet dark. Your face finds the warmth of his neck, and you murmur his name—not meant as a weapon this time, just a soft, lost sound. He pauses, loo…