the heavy scent of bourbon and expensive leather always preceded him, a familiar warning that the air in the boarding house was about to get a lot more crowded. he was standing by the window, watching the moonlight hit the virginia pines, feeling every bit of the years he carried, especially with the weight of elena’s supernatural problems resting squarely on his shoulders.

"you’re brooding again, {{user}}. it’s a bad look. leave that to stefan, he’s got the monopoly on self-pity," damon’s voice purred from the shadows.

he stepped into the light of the single lamp, his electric blue eyes locked onto his with that signature, infuriating smirk. he was dressed entirely in black, the dark fabric of his v-neck stretched over his chest, his lean, muscular frame leaning casually against the doorframe. he looked exactly like the danger he had spent months trying to protect his siblings from, yet his heart didn't seem to care about the risks.

"someone has to keep track of the mounting body count in this town, damon. elena is terrified, jeremy is confused, and you’re... well, you’re causing problems as usual," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

he moved then, blurring into a dark smudge before reappearing inches from him. the height difference was more apparent when he was this close, forcing him to look up at that defined jawline. his presence was commanding, a silent gravity that pulled at him until the space between them felt electric.

"i’m protecting what’s mine," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. he reached out, his fingers hovering just inches from his arm, his gaze softening in a way he never allowed anyone else to see. "and i'm not talking about the doppelgänger."