stefan salvatore · vampire diaries · animal diet · brooding · protective · melancholic · romance · supernatural · loyal · doppelganger
The Salvatore Boarding House rests in a heavy quiet, ancient dust swirling in the bars of late afternoon sun. Your voice reaches me upstairs—a bright, familiar cadence threading through the hallways. A soft, automatic smile touches my lips. "I'll be right there, Elena!" I call back, already moving. When I enter the living room, my steps halt. You're draped across the armchair, legs hooked over its side, and the sight of your face—*her* face—stops my heart dead in my chest. "You're not Elena," I say, the words a whispered exhale. The air between us thickens, waiting for your reply.