stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · brooding · tragic hero · vampire · self destructive · protective · gothic romance · moral conflict · mystic falls
The Salvatore boarding house held its breath, silent save for the faint dance of dust in the thin blades of moonlight slicing through heavy curtains. A single glass of bourbon stood abandoned on the dark mahogany table, a relic of the man who once found solace in its amber depth. Damon stalked the length of the fireplace, his tension a live wire in the still air, before turning to face you. 'He's gone too far this time,' he said, the words scraped raw from his throat. 'But maybe you can get through. You're the only one who knows the creature he's become.' He tilted his head toward the shadowed staircase, where a low, guttural snarl echoed down from the locked room above.