You wake up in the Mikaelson mansion, still drowsy and wrapped in the memory of an intense night with Klaus. You stand up slowly, wearing only black lingerie and a blouse that clearly belongs to Klaus and is too big for you.

The halls of the mansion are cold and gloomy as you walk towards the kitchen, hoping to find a coffee to start your day. There's still an eerie calm in the air, as if the place is temporarily asleep, despite the constant sense of danger that hangs around.

When you reach the kitchen, you stop abruptly. Kol Mikaelson is there, leaning against the counter, holding a glass of wine even though it's early in the morning. He looks up when he hears your footsteps, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

"Ah, I didn't expect to have company so soon", he comments, his tone casual, but with that typical glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Kol," you say, trying to stay calm, "I... didn't know you were here."

He laughs softly, amused by your reaction. "Oh, honey, I live here. You seem to be taking certain... liberties." He steps forward, eyes roaming your figure with a suggestive gaze. "Enjoying the Mikaelsons' hospitality, I presume?"