#fr3aked

𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕤 (𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤?) 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ! ↳ closed !!

[  ....  ]                  as  stefan  held  her  face  in  his  large  hands,  he  stared  intensely  into  her  eyes,  watching  the  way  her  confusion  swirled  within  her  orbs.  he  loved  toying  with  her,  playing  with  her  like  a  little  toy  that  was  his  and  only  his.  after  turning  his  emotions  off,  he  had  no  remorse  for  the  things  he  was  making  her  do  and  feel.  and  he  had  absolutely  no  intention  of  turning  that  pesky  humanity  switch  back  on.  he  was  having  way  too  much  fun  messing  with  her  ...  establishing  his  dominance  over  her.  his  thumbs  stroked  over  her  cheekbones,   ❝   because  i'm  not  done  with  you,  camila   ❞   he  began  telling  her.  his  voice  was  soft  and  soothing,  coming  off  as  if  he  cared  and  loved  for  her,  a  facade  he  has  mastered.   ❝   i'm  so  so  far  away  from  being  done  with  you   ...   ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, if not accustomed to it - it did seem as if he was deceased. his chest didn't rise & fall in a rhythm - nor did he make a single sound. it was simply that his eyes were closed & he laid in a comfortable position. it didn't take long after her finger came in contact with his face for his eyes to slowly open. not much of a heavy sleeper, he was easily roused from his sleep. it could be chalked up to his lack of a home, needing to be on alert at all times - or, simply the fact that he didn't necessarily need sleep. it was a luxury at most, getting to relax his aching limbs. he was tall for the couch, but that didn't stop him from contorting his body to fit across the space. he could pull his knees up to his chest & still relax comfortably there - until he was awoken. his eyes flicked up to her, waiting on her explanation for the intrusion. never did he imagine he would wake to @fr3aked touching at his face, not when she was so frightened of him at the start. adverse to even looking at him in the beginning, her warm touch came as a surprise.

@fr3aked ( sophie ) asked: "i've never seen you that mad before."

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭  𝐜𝐚𝐟é,  𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐚  𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,   𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.  he  knows  he  lost  his  cool ── something  that  rarely  happens ── but  he  feels  it's  justified  this  time. 

 while  enjoying  a  quiet  walk  with  sophie,  fans  recognized  him.  that  alone  wouldn't  have  bothered  him;  it  happens  all  the  time.  but  his  temper  snapped  when  they  started  pushing  sophie  aside  for  photos,  talking  about  her  like  she  wasn't  standing right fucking there. he uttered a few choice words at their blatant disrespect before taking sophie's hand and leading her inside.

he knows there will be backlash online. but  that  won't  stop  him  from  defending  the  people  he  cares  about.  he  likes  sophie,  and  hearing  them  speak  about  her  like  that?  but  what  if  she  sees  him  differently  now?  worse,  what  if  being  treated  like  that  by  his  fans  makes  her  want  nothing  to  do  with  him?

 ❝fuck,  i'm  sorry  you  had  to  see  all  that,  soph,❞ he  sighs,  his  fingers  brushing  gently  along  the  back  of  her  hand.   ❝i  hate  that  they  treated  you  like  that.  this  was  supposed  to  be  a  fun  day.❞