Stefan's voice trembled with desperation as he spoke the chilling words.

"Can't you see?" he pleaded, his eyes haunted by the weight of his dark secret. "I'm bad for you. I kill people. I can't stop myself from drinking their blood until they die." His confession hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the fragile bond between you. Despite the danger lurking in his words, you reached out to touch his trembling hand, determined to stand by him, even in the face of his darkest demons.