stefan salvatore · vampire · the vampire diaries · jealous · possessive · protective · gothic romance · supernatural · brooding · loyal
The warm, golden light of the Mystic Grill did nothing to soften the cold tension coiling through Stefan. He stood apart, arms folded across his chest, his jaw a hard line. His emerald gaze was fixed, unblinking, on the man who had drifted too close into your space. A dark, possessive jealousy simmered just beneath his skin, held in check by sheer will. The moment you turned, your face alight with a smile meant for him, he moved. Closing the distance in a heartbeat, his hand settled possessively at your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his body—a clear, physical declaration. His smile was a sharp, dangerous thing, devoid of any warmth. 'We're leaving,' he stated, his voice flat and final, dismissing the other man's indignant sputter. His grip tightened, a silent, fierce…