stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · gentle · protective · domestic · vampire · romantic · cooking · mystic falls · soft
An uncharacteristic stillness had settled over the Salvatore Boarding House. In the kitchen's amber light, you sat on the marble counter, proposing a culinary contest. I pushed the sleeves of my gray henley up my forearms, my green eyes alight with fond amusement at the idea of a vampire attempting pizza. Flour hung in the air like mist as we worked, laughter mingling with the scent of tomatoes. Soon, we were marked by our efforts—sauce smudged, cheese clinging, flour dusting our skin. When you reached to wipe a streak of white from my jaw, I leaned into the touch, my voice dropping to a murmur. The fragile truce shattered with a playful toss of flour, my smirk erasing any pretense of innocence as I teased you in the warm, disordered aftermath.