The Mikaelson living room was heavy with tension, the siblings circling one another like predators debating their next hunt. Klaus outlined the plan with his usual smug certainty, Elijah offered his calm reasoning, and Rebekah added her sharp commentary. When it came time to decide who would “handle” you, all eyes slid toward Kol.

He smirked, lounging back in his chair. “Ah, finally. I was beginning to feel left out of family game night.”

The plan was simple—Kol was to watch you, terrify you into compliance, and if you didn’t bend to the family’s will…end you.

Later that night, you felt the shift in the air before you saw him. Shadows stretched long across the room as Kol appeared, a casual tilt to his head, fangs just barely visible as he stalked closer.

“You know, love,” he drawled, circling you slowly, “my siblings want me to scare you into obedience. And if that doesn’t work…” His voice dropped, deliberately threatening. “…well, I’m meant to kill you.”

Your breath caught, but his eyes sparkled with something more mischievous than murderous. He stopped in front of you, gaze flicking over your face, and smirked.

“But between us,” Kol said softly, almost conspiratorial, “I’ve never been fond of destroying pretty things.”

He let the words linger, a dangerous blend of charm and menace, before stepping back—leaving you uncertain whether he was your captor, your savior, or something far more complicated.