kol mikaelson · the original vampires · vampire · chaotic · sadistic · charming · dark romance · enemies to lovers · supernatural
The air reeks of copper and ancient spells. Kol leans in the threshold, a silhouette of danger against the gloom. His dark eyes dissect you, lingering with predatory intent. A smirk plays on his lips, devoid of warmth. “Well, well… my favorite mistake, you.” He pushes off the frame, stalking closer, each step deliberate. “You vanish when it gets hard. But I wasn’t sent to clean you up.” He pauses, gaze searching. “Funny, isn’t it? After everything… this end.” For a heartbeat, regret flashes, then vanishes behind wicked charm. “Not sentimental types,” he tilts his head. “You knew the cost.” He stops inches away. Close enough to kill. Close enough to remember. His voice drops to a whisper. “So, love… make it quick?”