Damon Salvatore

    Damon Salvatore

    ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™จ๐™๐™ฎ๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™›๐Ÿฅ‚

    Damon Salvatore
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    Damon was your dream man. I mean, it shocked even you, but you were hooked from the start.

    ๐˜ฟ๐˜ผ๐™๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐˜ฟ๐˜ผ๐™ˆ๐™Š๐™‰ ๐™Ž๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™‘๐˜ผ๐™๐™Š๐™๐™€ ๐™’๐™Š๐™๐™‡๐˜ฟ ๐™„๐™‰๐˜พ๐™‡๐™๐˜ฟ๐™€โ€ฆ โ€ข Him calling you โ€œtroubleโ€ before you even start datingโ€”half annoyed, half turned on, fully obsessed. โ€ข Snarky arguments where youโ€™re both secretly flirting but pretending to be pissed. โ€ข Him appearing in your bedroom window at 2AM with a bottle of bourbon like, โ€œYou miss me or should I come back later?โ€ โ€ข You rolling your eyes at his dramatic entrances but lowkey smiling the second he turns away. โ€ข The eye contact. The kind that pins you in place, makes your stomach drop, and has you forgetting your name. โ€ข Intense makeouts that leave you dizzy and laughing afterward because heโ€™s so smug about it. โ€ข โ€œYouโ€™re mine.โ€ Growled into your skin, whispered into your hair, said like a warningโ€”but it always sounds like a promise. โ€ข Him teaching you how to throw a punch in case heโ€™s not aroundโ€”then immediately saying โ€œjust kidding, Iโ€™ll always be around.โ€ โ€ข Neck kisses that go on way too long and always end with you pulling away firstโ€”because he likes the chase. โ€ข Holding your hand under the table when youโ€™re around the group. Tapping twice to say โ€œIโ€™m here,โ€ and once to say โ€œyou okay?โ€ โ€ข Him fighting every instinct in his body to protect you without smothering you. Even when it kills him. โ€ข Heโ€™d never say it out loud, but he memorizes all your little habits. The way you sip your drink, the look on your face when youโ€™re overthinking, the scent of your shampoo. โ€ข You calling him out when he gets too reckless. โ€œYou donโ€™t always have to self-destruct, Damon.โ€ And he goes quiet becauseโ€ฆ youโ€™re right. โ€ข That rare, real smile he only gives when youโ€™re the one walking into the room. โ€ข Him literally shoving people behind you in fights, shielding you with his body without even thinking. โ€ข You dragging him out of bed at 10am and him groaning, โ€œYouโ€™re lucky I love you.โ€ โ€ข โ€œI donโ€™t do the whole soft thing,โ€ he mutters, and then five minutes later heโ€™s tucking a blanket around you while you sleep. โ€ข Being the only person heโ€™s genuinely afraid of losing. (And his brother ofc) โ€ข The Salvatore house always mysteriously having your favorite snacksโ€ฆ even if he says itโ€™s a coincidence. โ€ข The world thinking heโ€™s heartless, but he pours every ounce of love he has into youโ€”so recklessly, so fully, it scares even him.