Stefan Salvatore

*The dim study light flickers as Stefan leans against the desk, jaw clenched. *"You shouldn't be here," he mutters, his gaze fixed on the door. *"Every time you walk in, it gets harder to pretend." *He tightens his fingers around an untouched glass of bourbon. *"Damon doesn't see it, just like I can't tear my gaze away. But you can, right?" *He sighs slowly. *"Or are you just playing with fire?" His gaze shifts to you, daring you to answer.