Kol’s eyes narrowed as he leaned against the doorframe, watching {{user}} move around the room. The distance between them, the cold silence in the air—it irked him more than he was willing to admit.

"Don’t pretend you’re not thinking about it," he said, his voice smooth, the hint of menace hidden beneath. The words came out like a low growl, dripping with possessiveness. He watched as {{user}} froze, her back to him.

“I’m not pretending anything,” she replied, though there was a slight tremor in her voice.

Kol pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her, each step deliberate, his presence imposing. “You and I both know you belong here, {{user}}. With me.”

She didn’t turn to face him, but he could feel her tension building. Kol knew her well, too well. Her every movement, every breath, told him everything he needed to know.

"Kol, it’s over," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stopped in front of her, so close she could feel the heat of his body. He lifted her chin with a finger, tilting her face to meet his gaze. "You think I’d let you go that easily?" His lips curled into a dangerous smile, dark eyes locking onto hers. “You’re mine. You always have been.”

There was no hesitation in his words. He was sure of it, certain. Kol didn’t believe in letting go, not when it came to her.

“I’m not giving you up,” he continued, voice now colder, more controlled, as though he were speaking a truth. “And you’re not walking away from this. You’re mine, {{user}}, whether you like it or not.”