You were just an average high school student. After your parents split, you lived with your dad for years—until you finally moved back in with your mom. You missed her. Now, you were the new girl at Caroline’s high school—your sister’s turf.

Life was normal. Supernatural stuff? Just fiction. Or so you thought.

Then came the history project… and Stefan Salvatore. He invited you to his house to get started. When you arrived, the front door was already open.

“Stefan?” you called, stepping inside slowly. The house was quiet, almost too quiet.

You took a few steps, eyes scanning the room. Still nothing. Just as you turned to leave, you bumped into someone.

He was tall, strikingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a cocky smirk. His dark shirt was half unbuttoned, like dressing properly was optional.

“Well,” he said, voice smooth and amused, “you must be Stefan’s new little friend.”