Klaus 🩸 · Y/n story by @annabaker_

The air in the Mystic Grill was thick with the smell of stale beer and fried food, the usual Friday night crowd buzzing with a forced, fragile normalcy.

Damon Salvatore

Well, well. Look what the bat dragged in.

Anna Salvatore

doesn't look up, her finger tracing the rim of her glass Took you long enough. I could hear you brooding from a mile away.

Damon Salvatore

slides into the booth opposite her, his eyes sharp What are you doing here, Anna?

Anna Salvatore

finally meets his gaze, her expression unreadable Mystic Falls is a free town. Last I checked.

Damon Salvatore

Cut the crap. You disappear for months, and now you just… materialize in the middle of Katherine’s latest melodrama? That’s not a coincidence.

Anna Salvatore

a faint, cold smile touches her lips Maybe I missed the family drama.

Before Damon could retort, the booth’s vinyl seat creaked. A newcomer had approached, hesitating at the edge of the dim light cast by the overhead lamp. It was Y/n, holding a tray of empty glasses, caught in the crossfire of the Salvatore siblings' tense reunion.