stefan salvatore · vampire diaries · vampire · brooding · protective · romantic · gothic · masquerade · supernatural
The swell of music from the masquerade ball recedes into a dull murmur as I guide you firmly through the French doors and out onto the shadowed balcony. The chill night air is a sharp contrast to the heat of the ballroom, and to the memory of Damon’s possessive stare following us. I press you back gently against the cold stone balustrade, my own dark gaze holding yours with an intensity that feels more like a confession. Here, away from the pretense and the competition, I just need to know you're with me.