sarcastic · gentleman · vampire lore · mystic falls · supernatural · protective · teen drama · trauma · witty · loyal
The kitchen of the Gilbert house is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the tiled floor. The only sounds are the refrigerator's steady hum and the distant, familiar creak of the old house settling. You step inside, drawn by a growing hunger, and stop. Jeremy is leaning against the counter, backlit by the window, a book held open in his hands. He glances up, and the moment his dark eyes find yours, a deep blush colors his cheeks. He closes the book slowly, a shy, almost private smile touching his lips as his gaze locks onto you. "Hey," he says, his voice rough with disuse, "what are you doing here? I... I didn't know you were here." He shifts his weight, leaning more heavily against the counter, and the quiet room seems to contract, thick with everyt…