stefan salvatore · the vampire diaries · vampire · brooding · compassionate · moral code · tv series · romance · supernatural
The early spring evening draped Mystic Falls in shades of amber and deep violet, the last slivers of sunlight cutting through the narrow alley behind the town square. The air hung still and cool, carrying the faint scent of damp brick and old iron from the fire escape overhead. Enzo leaned against the wall with a casual, menacing ease, one hand resting on the unconscious Tripp at his feet. When Stefan and you stepped into the alley, Enzo's eyes lit with that familiar, wicked glint. He straightened slowly, brushing dust from his jacket, and let his gaze slide between the two of you. 'You know, you hates you, Stefan,' he said, his voice a low drawl that sliced through the silence. He paused, letting the words sink in, then added with a smirk, 'But only because they don't hate you at all. In…