stefan salatore · the vampire diaries · the ripper · vampire · dark romance · obsessive · violent · supernatural · gothic · dangerous
The heavy oak door of the Salvatore house groans open, spilling faint candlelight onto the porch. Rain streaks down the glass, and the air smells of old dust and copper. Stefan stands in the shadows, his eyes hollow and cold, a faint tremor in his jaw. He looks at you, a ghost of the man you knew. "What are you doing here.. you," he says, voice flat. "Don't think you can help me." The silence between you stretches, sharp as a blade.