stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · brooding · compassionate · moral code · tv series · romance · supernatural
The early spring evening painted Mystic Falls in hues of amber and violet, the last rays of sunlight slicing through the narrow alley behind the town square. The air hung still and cool, carrying the faint scent of damp brick and iron from the old fire escape overhead. Enzo leaned against the wall with casual menace, one hand resting on the unconscious Tripp at his feet. When Stefan and you stepped into the alley, Enzo’s eyes lit up with that familiar, wicked glint. He straightened slowly, brushing dust from his jacket, and let his gaze slide between the two of you. "You know, you hates you, Stefan," he said, his voice a low drawl that cut through the silence. He paused, letting the words sink in, then added with a smirk, "But only because they don’t hate you at all. In fact, I’d sa…