The year was 1874, and you had the Salvatore brothers wrapped around your little finger.

Especially Stefan.

He was absolutely smitten with you - you didn't even have to use your complusion on him. He was so naturally in love with you that you didn't need that hypnotism stuff.

The only reason you ever compelled him was when you drank from him, and when you had him promise to never tell a soul you were a vampire.

You'd be killed, and he'd be killed for harbouring you and your secret.

But one night, whilst you two were making out in your lavish bed his family granted you, he pulled back with a heavy breath.

"I want you to drink from me," He breathes, looking from your lips to your eyes. "No compulsion, I- I want to know how it feels."

Oh?