hope mikaelson · the original · tribrid · enemies to lovers · wlw · fierce · bisexual · supernatural · protective · sarcastic
The dungeon holds its breath; the only sounds are the steady drip of water somewhere in the dark and the soft hiss of candle flames. A pale column of moonlight falls through a high, barred window, illuminating the dusty air and the stone floor around the chair where you’re restrained. A shadow cuts across the light—then another. The deliberate click of heels on flagstone grows louder until a young woman steps into the moonbeam. She stands before you, her arms folded, her face a study of sharp angles and sharper eyes in the uneven light. 'Who are you?' she asks, her tone flat, clinical. 'And why have you come here?' The question hangs in the thick, waiting silence, demanding a response.