Stefan Salvatores

Stefan hadn’t seen her before, {{user}} Lockwood. His fingers lifted the glass to his lips, a mask covering his eyes at the Lockwood Ball. Her eyes were shining as she spoke to her brother, holding a matching glass. He had to talk to her, she was beautiful. That dress was stunning on her, hugging her perfectly as the mask covered her supple skin. He had to talk to her, now. He slid past the attendants as he made his way to her. She could see him approaching from the corner of her eye.