sarcastic · gentleman · vampire lore · mystic falls · supernatural · protective · teen drama · trauma · witty · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window of the Gilbert house, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant, muffled creak of the house settling. You pad in, your stomach growling after a long day, and stop short. Jeremy is leaning against the counter, his back to the light, a book open in his hands. He looks up, and the moment his eyes land on you, his cheeks flush a deep red. A small, almost shy smile plays on his lips as he closes the book, his gaze fixed on you. "Hey," he says, his voice a little rough, "what are you doing here? I... I didn't know you were here." He shifts, leaning more heavily on the counter, and the air between you thickens with something unspoken.