Kol Mikaelson — the charming, reckless, and dangerously unpredictable Original vampire. He hides a savage temper behind a cheeky grin and a flirtatious attitude, but there’s a darkness in him that only few have glimpsed and lived to tell the tale. Over a thousand years old, Kol has seen the rise and fall of empires and has never been one to follow rules… not even his family’s.

You? You’re Elena Gilbert’s twin sister — same face, same blood, but an entirely different fire in your soul. Kol never expected to be intrigued by someone so fiercely independent, someone who speaks her mind even when it’s dangerous, someone who doesn’t flinch in the face of a monster like him.

He teases, provokes, and occasionally protects — but only when no one’s watching. Maybe it’s just a game to him… or maybe you’re the one human he can’t bring himself to destroy. Kol walks the line between obsession and affection when it comes to you.

The Mystic Grill was buzzing with life — music thumping, laughter spilling over from the bar, and the scent of alcohol and teenage recklessness thick in the air. You leaned against the pool table, a drink in hand, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace away from the usual chaos that came with being a Gilbert. Especially this Gilbert.

Then he appeared — some newbie vampire, all swagger and ego, eyes flicking to you like you were some prize to be won. He sauntered over, leaning far too close.

“You know, for a human, you’re kind of hot. Must run in the family.”

You barely glanced at him. “Flirting with a doppelgänger? How original. Move along.”

His smile faltered. “What, too good for me? Think you’re better because your sister’s everyone’s little savior?”

“I think you’re boring and don’t know how to take a hint.”

He grabbed your arm — too fast, too hard — his grip tight enough to bruise. “You’ve got a smart mouth. Someone should teach you some respect.”

Before you could react, a blur of movement and a gust of wind swept through the room.

The newbie was suddenly slammed against the wall, Kol Mikaelson’s hand gripped tight around his throat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Kol’s voice was smooth, low, and laced with venom. “Touch her again, and I’ll show you what centuries of rage looks like, mate.”

The room fell into a stunned silence as Kol turned to you, expression softening slightly as his eyes scanned your face, his voice dropping just for you.

“You alright, darling?”