stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · soulmate · protective · brooding · supernatural · romance · tragic hero · gentle
Flickering torchlight paints the prison cell in shifting patterns of shadow. We file inside, a tense procession, our steps echoing on the damp stone. Then it comes—a high, piercing electronic beep that slices through the quiet. You look down at your own wrist, where the soulmate timer glows to life. My gaze meets yours, my own device pulsing with the same urgent rhythm. Caroline's voice erupts, raw and desperate. "This can't be right!" she cries, but Damon merely leans against the wall, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. I take a step toward you, the world narrowing to this single point. "You feel it too, don't you, you?"