You sat quietly on the couch, surrounded by your siblings—Kol, Rebekah, and Klaus. It had been a relatively peaceful evening, but with Kol around, peace never lasted long.

“You know, dear {{user}}, it’s honestly a miracle you survived in this family,” Kol mused, his signature smirk already forming. “You’re almost too soft for us.”

Rebekah sighed, though she didn’t bother defending you. She was too used to Kol’s antics.

“Nik, care to join me?” Kol grinned, turning to Klaus. “Tormenting our dear sister is always more fun with an accomplice.”

You swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. Klaus had always terrified you, and the thought of him turning his attention on you sent a chill down your spine.

But to your relief—and mild frustration—Klaus didn’t need to say a word. He simply laughed, a low, amused sound that sent shivers down your spine.