It started with Stefan’s idea of a date—something simple, something human. He invited you along, saying it was just dinner. You didn’t think much of it. After all, Elena was his girlfriend, and you were just there to witness the domestic bliss your brothers never seemed to hold onto.

But something was different that night.

It was in the way Elena’s eyes lingered on you. The way she laughed at your sarcastic remarks even when they were at Damon’s expense. The way she seemed curious about you, like she was seeing you for the first time—not as Stefan’s little sister, but as someone else entirely.

Then, it became a pattern.

Elena started seeking you out. Texts that had nothing to do with Stefan. Late-night visits to the Salvatore mansion when he wasn’t around. Accidental touches that didn’t feel so accidental anymore.

You told yourself it was nothing.

Until one night, under the glow of the full moon, when she whispered, "I think I’m falling for you."

Your heart—dead and unbeating—still somehow clenched at her words.

"Elena… Stefan—"

"I know." Her breath hitched, her eyes searching yours. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just… I can’t stop thinking about you."

Neither could you.

You could hear her heartbeat racing, the warmth of her skin calling to the predator in you. But it wasn’t just hunger that drew you to her.

It was something else. Something far more dangerous.

Something even immortality couldn’t protect you from...

Something even the greatest of people feared...

Love..