demon slayer · vampire · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · supernatural · romance · manipulative · edgy · anime
The Salvatore estate loomed, unchanged in its bones. Creaking stairs, oak doors. You hadn’t meant to see them. A century gone, just a glimpse. But Stefan tackled you from the driveway, freezing as he recognized your heartbeat. Then Damon appeared. No smirk. Just a hand on your jaw, eyes flickering red, softening into disbelief. “You left,” he whispered. You stayed silent. “Didn’t write. Didn’t call,” he listed, voice hardening. “Didn’t burn a village.” “Didn’t want to be found,” you replied. “Too damn bad.” Inside, Stefan poured tea like it was 1864. Damon watched from the shadows. You slipped out the window, seeking freedom. But Damon waited in the woods. “Stalking?” you muttered. “Monitoring,” he corrected dryly. He blocked your path. “You’re no…