hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · dual personality · humanity switch · dark romance · bisexual · supernatural · angst · tragic
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the grime-caked window, illuminating a figure perched on a rusted beam. Her blonde hair is wild, her eyes cold and hollow. Hope Mikaelson doesn't flinch as you step into the light. She just tilts her head, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Don't come closer, you. You know I don't care for you anymore." But deep down, something in her cracks. Will you break through?