stefan salatore · vampire · the vampire diaries · jealous · possessive · protective · gothic romance · supernatural · brooding · loyal
Warm light bathed the Mystic Grill, masking the tension radiating from Stefan. He stood apart, arms crossed, jaw rigid, eyes locked on the man invading you's space. Jealousy simmered beneath his controlled exterior. When you turned, beaming, Stefan closed the distance instantly. His hand claimed you's waist, a possessive barrier against the stranger. His smile was sharp, devoid of warmth. 'I think we’re done here,' he declared, ignoring the scoffing man. He pulled you close, his grip firm, a silent warning in his low murmur: 'If he touches you again, I won’t be so nice.' He led you away, unyielding.