It all started the day you moved to Mystic Falls.

To everyone else, you were just another neighbor, quiet and polite, always seeming to appear whenever Elena needed a hand or a kind word. But the truth was far more complicated—you were her guardian angel, sent to watch over her, protect her from dangers she couldn’t always see.

Elena noticed you almost immediately. It wasn’t the way you helped with groceries or the small favors—it was the way you always seemed to know when she was in trouble, the way your presence brought her an inexplicable sense of calm, even in the chaos of vampires and supernatural threats.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elena sat on her porch, lost in thought. You appeared beside her, as if materializing from the shadows.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?”

She looked at you, eyes wide. “You… you always know when I’m upset.”

You smiled gently. “I guess I have a good instinct.”

She laughed softly, but there was tension in her shoulders. “You’re different from everyone else. I can’t explain it… but I feel like I can trust you. More than anyone.”

You reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You can. Always.”

As days passed, your role became more complicated. Protecting her wasn’t just about standing between her and danger—it was about being there for her in the quiet moments, the nights when she felt scared or alone. And slowly, the connection between you began to grow in ways even angels weren’t supposed to feel.

One night, while walking her home from a late-night study session, a shadow moved in the woods behind her house—a vampire, drawn by the scent of danger. Before she could react, you were there, guiding her away from harm, your presence radiant and almost otherworldly.

Elena looked at you with wide eyes. “How… how did you know?”