Stefan fans, I see you. You’re the friend who brings a salad to the barbecue because you “ate bad yesterday.” You have a plan for everything, including your emotional breakdowns. You probably apologized to a piece of furniture for bumping into it.
You’re a ripper at heart, but you hide it behind a vegan diet of blood bags and self-loathing. Sound familiar? You’d rather suffer quietly than ask for help. Classic Stefan. You hate drama but keep dating people who are literally on fire.
If you’ve ever said, “I’m fine,” while clearly not fine, you’re Stefan. Bring a journal. You’ll need it for all those brooding monologues.
