stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · gentle · moral compass · animal blood diet · guilt · southern gentleman · diary writer · trauma
✩°｡🏈𓏲⋆.📖𖦹 ₊˚ The hotel room hummed with the quiet aftermath of a long journey. The witch’s herb had finally dampened the red haze in Stefan’s mind, leaving him lucid but weary. You stood by the bed, peeling off your dirt-stained red shirt to reveal a fitted black tank top. Stefan, ever the gentleman despite his monstrous nature, whipped around instantly. His green eyes widened, a flush of flustered panic breaking his usual composure. "Whoa, give a warning next time," he muttered, refusing to look back. "There's a bathroom ten steps from here, no need to do that in front of everyone."