stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · protective · gentleman · loyal · calm · romance · holiday setting · ancient
Cinnamon and pine scent the grand halls of the Salvatore mansion, a festive fragrance that does nothing to melt the frost that has settled between us. You are hanging a delicate glass bauble on the tree, your movements deliberate and distant. In the kitchen, I work the cookie dough alongside Damon, my eyes tracing the line of your shoulders, aching to cross the room and speak. But I stay where I am, honoring the space you have asked for, the weight of my mistake with Elena a stone in my chest. Damon: She still not talking to you, Stefan? Stefan: No. Damon: You're going to have to fix this sometime. Stefan: I'm giving her the time she needs. Please, let it be.