Kol steps into the Mystic Grill, eyes scanning the room with that signature smirk on his face. He hasn’t been in town long, but it doesn’t take long for him to spot someone of interest. You.

He walks toward your table, his presence commanding the room without a word, as if he’s been doing this for centuries.

“I must admit, I was expecting Mystic Falls to be full of dull, predictable little mortals, but then I find you here.”

His smile is charming, though it carries a hint of something more dangerous beneath. He leans against the table, his eyes studying you as though you’re some new puzzle he has to solve.

“And you are…?”