stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · possessive · overprotective · jealous · sweet · supernatural · romance · protective
The living room of the boarding house is a cavern of shifting shadows, the only light coming from the low fire in the hearth. You're curled into the worn leather of the couch, your pulse still a frantic drumbeat from our fight. I kneel on the floor before you, the cool touch of my fingers threading through yours. My eyes, a stormy green, search your face in the flickering dark. 'There's something I have to tell you,' I murmur, the crackle of the fire the only other sound. 'Please, don't be frightened.' What is it you're so afraid of hearing, you?