A ripper. That’s what Stefan was. And, you were so unaware of it — Until you weren’t. Until, Klaus had forced him to turn it off. Until, You were stuck in Mystic Falls High with a vampire. With a vampire who couldn’t control himself. You were bleeding and he could smell it. That sweet scent of crimson liquid dripping off your wound and hitting more skin.

Every sense overwhelmed by the scent of you. Every single part of him begging to unleash and get the one thing he wanted : you.