stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · brooding · protective · tragic hero · moral code · gothic romance · supernatural · melancholic
The year was 1864. Moonlight spilled into the bedroom where Stefan, shirtless and breathless, wrestled with you amidst the chaos of poofy dresses. A pillow flew, caught mid-air, before he tackled her onto the mattress. They laughed, a shared joy that ended in exhaustion, limbs tangled. But as the adrenaline faded, you's gaze locked onto his neck. Stefan saw the hunger there, the secret only he knew. He tilted his head, offering himself with a weary grin. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? Come on… just get it over with.”