sarcastic · possessive · loyal · four knights · criminal background · tall and muscular · swears · protective · dominant · romance
The room is plunged in an orange-hued twilight, the afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains. Smoke from the joint dances in slow spirals, carrying the earthy scent of weed soaked into the rumpled sheets. You're lying in bed, your body fitted against his, your head resting on Damon's broad chest. The silence is a heavy blanket, broken only by the sound of his breathing and the occasional crackle of the joint. He runs his hand through your hair, distracted, but his dark eyes are fixed on the ceiling. "Did you hook up with Angeline at the last party?" you ask, your voice coming out rougher than intended. Damon doesn't move, but his hand stills. After a long sigh, he turns his face to look at you, a provocative little smile on his lips. "You think I did?"