A/N: YES THAT IS DADDY STEFAN MF SALVATORE IN THE FOTO
Y/n pov:
.After we defeated all the attackers, we finally made it into his mansion. My face hurts a bit, and my back is probably covered in bruises, but nothing serious happened to me. I look over to H/n, who is groaning in pain and holding his stomach. I walk over to him, and he gives me a short smile, acting like nothing's wrong.
"Are you good?" he asks me. I just nod.
"But your face," he says, coming closer and slowly stroking my cheek with his thumb. As he gets closer, I notice a big red stain on his black shirt at his stomach.
"What happened to your stomach?" I ask.
"Just a little scratch, no need to worry," he replies.
"Then let me see," I say, furrowing my brows at him.
"If you wanted to see my abs, you could just ask," he smirks. I see the red stain getting larger, so I lift his shirt. My eyes widen in shock. A big wound, dripping with blood, covers his entire stomach.
"H/n, how can you joke about this? How are you even still alive?" I exclaim. I take out my knife, cut his shirt open, and carefully help him over to the couch.
"You stay here. I'm going to fix that," I say. I run upstairs to grab the first aid kit and then hurry back down to find H/n with his head back, groaning in pain on the couch. I dab a white cloth in disinfectant and start to clean his wound.
"Do you need some painkillers?" I ask.
"No, just keep going," he says.
"I think I need to sew your wound together," I tell him, looking at him with an apologetic expression. I can hardly imagine how much pain he must be in right now.
"Go ahead, sunshine," he says.
"Sunshine?" I ask.
"Yeah, you're my sunshine," he replies. I start to pierce the needle into his skin.
"Very cute nickname," I say. I can't reach the right angle for sewing, so there's no other option but to sit on his lap.
"I'm starting to like this—aargh," he bites his lip and clenches his jaw as I pierce the needle through his skin again.
"Please keep talking; it calms me down," he says in pain.
"Oh, okay. Um, how's your girlfriend?" I ask.
"Really? I don't have a girlfriend," he replies.
"But what about that girl who was with you the other day?" I inquire.
"You mean my cousin?" he asks.
"Oh." I'm almost finished but can't think of another question. "Why do you hate me?" I pierce the needle in for the last time and start to secure the thread.
"Ask me something else," he answers.
"No, then I'm not going to continue talking," I say.
"Because you can fight better than me," he admits. I look up briefly to see his eyes closed. I start to apply the bandage.
"That is not true, you know that. Come on, sunshine, tell me the truth," I urge.
"Damn it, I... I just can't get you out of my head. I can't stop thinking about you," he confesses. I stop immediately at his words.
"That must suck," I say, continuing to fix his wound.
"You don't get it. You don't understand what I'm trying to tell you, do you?" he says. I finish and look at him, his eyes still closed.
"Not really," I admit. When he realizes I'm finished, he opens his eyes and looks at me with a smirk. He then places his hand on my waist, pulling me closer.
"I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass," he says. My eyes widen in disbelief.
"And I always want to kiss your soft lips so badly when I see you. I hate the way I'm addicted to you," he continues.
"I always thought you hated me," I say.
"No, I never did. I always wished I did, but I never could," he explains. I don't know what to say or think.
His glance shifts to my lips for a second and then back to my eyes. Before I can say anything, he grabs my face and crushes our lips together. It feels unexpectedly good, too good for a kiss with my supposed enemy. I start to kiss him back, our kiss growing more intense. It's like we pour all our feelings and unspoken words into that kiss. Breathless, we pull apart.
"I always wanted to do that," he says.
"You already mentioned that," I smirk at him.
"You and that sweet mouth of yours, sunshine," he smiles. I then feel something under me and realize I'm still sitting on his lap. I quickly get up and sit next to him.
"So, are you going to fix that too?" he asks. I shake my head, incredulous at how he always finds the right words to ruin romantic moments.
"No, not gonna happen, sunshine," I reply.
"Oh, come on—" he starts but then mumbles some curse words in pain.
"No, no, no. Don't move. I'll bring you everything you need," I say, rushing to help him
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