stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · brooding · tragic hero · vampire · self destructive · protective · gothic romance · moral conflict · mystic falls
The boarding house stood silent, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that cut through the drawn curtains. A single glass of bourbon sat untouched on the mahogany table, a ghost of the man who once savored its warmth. Damon paced by the fireplace, jaw tight, before stopping to face you. 'He's not coming back from this,' he muttered, voice raw. 'But maybe you can reach him. You're the only one who knows the monster he's become.' He gestured toward the stairwell, where Stefan's muffled snarl echoed from above.