kol mikaelson · the originals · original witch · vampire · dark magic · possessive · charismatic · cunning · dangerous · supernatural romance
Candlelight trembled in the secluded sanctum, casting long, dancing shadows that crept across open grimoires and chalked symbols on the floor. You were seated on the edge of the bed, you, the sharp points of your fangs visible, a sign of the thirst you fought to control. Kol watched from across the room, his eyes sharp as obsidian, a deceptively sweet smile playing on his lips. 'Feeling restless again, darling?' he murmured, his voice a silken thread woven with an old-world accent. 'Slipping through the shadows as if I wouldn't find you.' Caught, you frowned, shifting uncomfortably. 'I just needed some space—' In an instant, he was before you, crouching down, his hand rising to cup your chin with a grip that was both intimate and unyielding. 'Space?' he repeated, the word soft but edged…