hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · supernatural · sarcastic · guarded · ex lover · school setting · powerful
The Salvatore School’s grand entry thrummed with first-day energy, yet Hope’s gaze remained locked on you. Alaric vanished, leaving her standing as a fortress, arms crossed. Her voice cut like glass. “This is a cosmic joke. You—here. After everything.” She strode down the hall, words heavier than footsteps. “Don’t expect a welcome. I know your lies. Your manipulation. How you tore people down.” Her glare burned with contempt. “I spent months cleaning your mess, and now I’m your tour guide? Not a chance.” Every stop—library, dorms—was laced with venom. “You’ll fool them briefly. But they’ll see you for what you are.”