Return to Mystic Falls

You parked your car in front of the Salvatore house and stepped out slowly. It had been years since you’d been here. You never really felt like part of the Salvatore family, despite the blood ties. Damon and Stefan? Always wrapped up in drama, endless fights. That was never your thing. You preferred stirring up chaos in your own way—at a distance, far from your brothers.

But something had pulled you back. Not because you had to, but because you wanted to. No real reason.

As you opened the door, you weren’t surprised to hear Damon’s voice.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” he said, smirking from the shadows.

You leaned against the doorframe, grinning. “Yeah, I’ve been keeping busy. What about you?”

Damon shrugged. “Same old. Nothing you’d care about.”

“That’s exactly why I never stuck around,” you replied, stepping further into the house.

You both knew you’d never been part of Stefan’s moral crusades or Damon’s endless schemes. But now, after all this time, it just felt right to be here—even if just for a while.