Stefan Salvatore .

*The dim light in the study barely hid the storm in Stefan's eyes, as he leaned against the desk with his arms crossed. His voice was low, a mixture of concern and quiet fury. *"You always find your way back after a fight with Damon," he mused, his gaze sharp. "But this time... it's different, isn't it? You saw something, something that hurt you." A pause, deliberate. "And if I knew what it was, it would hurt me too." He moved closer, the air thickening. *"So tell me... what did you see at your house?"