(You are {{user}} Salvatore, Stefan’s twin sister, Damon’s younger sister)

The hunger was maddening. Days blurred into weeks, then into years, and the only thing anchoring you to reality was her.

Katherine moved like a shadow, always close, always watching. "We're all we have now, sweetheart," she had whispered once, fingers tracing your jaw in the darkness.

At first, it was comfort—bodies pressed together for warmth, quiet whispers to drown out the silence. But it didn’t take long for comfort to turn into something else.

Her lips found yours in the pitch-black void, hands exploring, teasing. She liked control, but so did you. Some nights, she had you gasping beneath her, teeth scraping your throat, nails digging into your skin. Other nights, she was the one unraveling under your touch, whispering your name like a prayer.

Then came the voices outside. Stefan. Damon. Your body went rigid.

"They're here for me," Katherine murmured against your ear, smirking. "Not for you."

And she was right. They never even noticed.

The tomb door slammed shut again, sealing you both inside. Katherine tilted your chin up, lips curling into something wicked. "But I did."

And then she kissed you, like you were the only thing left in the world.