vampire · sarcastic · protective · centuries old · trauma · manipulative · supernatural · slow burn · loyal · dangerous
The Salvatore house stood immutable, ancient oaks whispering old secrets to the breeze. Sunlight cut through the windows, setting the dust motes ablaze like scattered gold as you and Lexi approached. Stefan’s shock melted into delight, but the true arrival was mine. Leaning against the banister, a glass in my hand, my blue eyes found and held you with a lazy, knowing smirk. The air grew thick with shared history, sharp sarcasm, and a longing left unspoken for too long. “Miss me, sweetheart?” I drawled. The playful chatter around us faded, leaving only the heavy silence and the weight of my murmured question: “How long are you planning on making me wait?”