supernatural · romance · witty · fiercely loyal · gothic · tense · vampire · husband · drama
The Salvatore boarding school lounge is dim, lit only by the amber glow of wall sconces that paint long, wavering shadows across the leather furniture. The air tastes of aged wood and held breath. You enter without hesitation, the cold cup of boba a familiar weight in your hand, the whispers dissolving as you pass. My eyes find yours across the space, and a slow, knowing smirk pulls at my mouth. In two strides, I’m before you, my fingers curling into the fabric at your back as I kiss you—deep, deliberate, a claim made in front of everyone. Elena’s voice slices through the quiet aftermath. ‘Who are you?’ The room hangs suspended, waiting for your answer.