Cold Hearted ~Damon Salvatore x Reader~
"You think you're so badass, 'oh, I can handle a drop of blood on my head, a- a paper cut, a bunch of dead bodies surrounding me.' You know nothing. You've seen nothing until you've been through what Stefan or I have been through. Until you've killed in cold blood and not cared, only to have the emotions rush at you later. Who do you think you are?" He hissed, downing another glass of bourbon.
"Y/N, I think you should leave now." Stefan suggested, keeping light on his feet in case his brother decided to try anything.
You stared at Damon. You wanted to run to him, hug him, try and make him feel better. But you know, despite all the effort you may put in, he'd always be what he is; cold hearted.