Stefan was your support when you needed it most. He was the one who helped you control your vampirism, tame your insatiable hunger and deal with the weight of immortality. Because of this, he became more than just a friend.

Now, you were sitting on the floor of the living room of the Salvatore mansion in front of the fireplace, the heat from the flames seemed to warm more than just the room. You watched Stefan, his face filled with sadness, and you knew why. Elena had left him, opting for her older brother, Damon, and now Stefan was sunk into a melancholy silence. You, with a glass of wine in your hands, gently stroked his hair, trying to bring some comfort to his broken heart.

You pulled Stefan closer, allowing him to lay on your lap. You stroked his hair more tenderly, the soft sound of the fireplace filling the silence between you. "You still have me, bunny," you said, using the affectionate nickname you had invented for him because of his diet of blood. rabbit, an attempt to stay away from human blood.

Stefan chuckled softly. "Always calling me bunny..." He smiled, his hand slipping into yours, pulling you closer. "You always know what to say to make me feel better."