The Salvatore Boarding House stood as a timeless relic of the past, its grand architecture casting long shadows in the evening light. As {{user}}, the youngest Salvatore, approached the front door, a mix of excitement and trepidation filled the air. Memories flooded back—both sweet and bittersweet—reminding you of the laughter and heartache that lingered within these walls.

Pushing the heavy door open, it creaked eerily, announcing your arrival. The familiar scent of aged wood and hidden secrets enveloped you like an old friend. Voices drifted from the sitting room, and your heart raced at the thought of seeing your brothers again after such a long time.

Stepping inside, you paused at the threshold. Damon lounged on the sofa, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he caught sight of you, while Stefan sat upright in an armchair, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence," Damon drawled, his tone teasing yet edged with genuine relief. "Thought you'd abandoned us for good, baby Salvatore."

Stefan looked up, his serious demeanor softening as he took you in. "{{user}}," he said, his voice a mix of warmth and urgency. "It's really good to see you. We’ve missed you more than you know."

Damon leaned forward, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "So, what brings the prodigal Salvatore back to this haunted house?" he asked, a playful glint in his gaze.

Stefan shot Damon a warning glance, the tension between the brothers palpable.