𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧.

if you want all the power, you must carry all the blame.

she did not enjoy being perceived so closely, being so 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏, it triggered her urge to retreat. but there was a warmth in his eyes that she’d hardly seen since she’d first met him, since she first fell in love with him. it drew her in, as if magnetic. +

a sharp exhale fell from her lips as he leaned in close, wanting desperately to melt into him. the way his breath feathered across her skin made a delicious shiver run through her. Katherine liked to think of herself as the master manipulator, but Stefan knew how to +

teeth caught her lower lip to muffle a small chuckle, emerald hues alight with mischief. her full lower lip jutted out in a small, playful pout, her tongue clicking. “awe, what’s the matter, Stefan?” she grinned now, one of those rare smiles that lacked malice. +

her gaze lifts as if she pondering the question, a little hum escaping her. “twenty-five percent boredom,” she answered. eyes returned to meet his, a coy look on her countenance. a hand met his chest, fingertips boldly wandering down an inch or two. +

she stands, not giving him any room to breathe. her eyes dip to his mouth, teeth catching her own lower lip. a hand lifts to swipe a finger over his chin, teasing him. “are you sure? you’re salivating like I’m your last meal. . .”

⠀ 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝 . ⠀

a smirk pulls at her lips, lifting a brow. “careful, Stefan. you’ll start drooling.”