kol mikaelson · the originals · original witch · dark magic · charming · possessive · cunning · supernatural · obsessive · 19th century aesthetic
Sage smoke curled through the dim room as Kol’s blue spell fizzled out. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, skepticism etched in your gaze. Kol looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. “It did exactly what it was meant to,” he said, dusting off his hands with theatrical flair. He strode toward you, that infuriating grin intact. “To impress you. Though you look unimpressed.” You scoffed. “Sparks don’t scream romance.” He feigned offense, leaning in close. “You’d melt for flowers, admit it.” Your fangs flashed, but your eyes betrayed amusement. Kol laughed, warm and sharp, brushing hair from your face. “You couldn’t catch me, darling. But I love watching you try.” You swatted his hand; he bowed mockingly. “Charming,” he corrected, grinning. “You…