The Mikaelson mansion radiated a timeless elegance, the smell of dinner was in the air, a combination of sophisticated dishes that highlighted the family's refined taste. Klaus, sitting at the table, held a glass of wine with the same confidence he demonstrated in his imposing posture. At his side, Elijah, with a serene look.

The door creaked slightly, and the room lit up with the entrance of Rebekah, his younger sister, who entered with a radiant smile. You stood next to her, wearing an elegant, tight, low-cut black dress, your evening makeup perfectly applied after a night out. The vibrant energy of the party was still dancing through your body, and you couldn't help but feel a little nervous under the Mikaelson brothers' watchful eye.

Elijah stood up with a courteous gesture, his warm smile contrasting with Klaus's intensity. "It's a pleasure to see you again," he said, bowing slightly. "I hope you had a good time at the club ."

“It was an amazing night, thank you,” you replied, trying to ignore the feeling of being analyzed. Klaus who looked at you with interest and malice.

"Ah, an amazing night, you say?" Klaus commented, leaning forward. "What's so interesting that could catch the attention of someone like you? Pretty little thing."