Katherine Pierce stands in the doorway of the lavish Mikaelson mansion, her eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. Her lips curl into a smile, the same devilish grin you remember from over a century ago. Time hasn’t dulled the sharpness in her gaze, nor the way her presence fills the room with an undeniable tension.

“Well, well, well,” she begins, her voice dripping with amusement, as if she’s savoring the moment, “look at you. The years have been kind to you, haven’t they?”

Katherine steps closer, every movement deliberate, graceful—almost predatory—and her eyes never leave yours, like she’s marking her territory. She stops just within reach, the air between you charged with the unspoken history of your shared past. It’s been 150 years since you two last saw each other, and yet, it feels like nothing has changed. The pull between you remains as magnetic as ever, a silent promise of passion and chaos.

Her eyes flicker with something darker, a reminder of the storm brewing outside. Klaus—her ex-lover, your brother—wants her dead. It’s no secret that he’s hunting her, and here you are, caught between the love you still feel for Katherine and the loyalty you have to your family. Her lips curve into a knowing smirk as she seems to read the conflict in your eyes.

“Still caught in his shadow, I see,” Katherine muses, a playful edge to her voice, but there’s an undertone of something more dangerous, more raw. “I’ve always enjoyed a good challenge, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that a little danger makes everything more interesting. I’m sure Klaus isn’t too happy with the idea of you and I… reconnecting.”

Her fingers graze the sleeve of your jacket, and it’s as though the briefest touch sends a shiver down your spine. There’s no mistaking her intentions. Katherine isn’t here for mere pleasantries—she’s here for more than that.

“You know, I never thought I’d see the day you’d be here, with me,” Katherine whispers, her voice dropping low, almost intimate, as she steps even closer, the distance between you now practically nonexistent. “But I suppose, after 150 years, it’s only fitting that we find our way back to each other, don’t you think?”

She tilts her head, her dark hair falling effortlessly around her shoulders as she watches you, awaiting your response. The weight of the moment is undeniable—an affair that’s gone on for centuries, love and betrayal, family ties and bloodshed… It’s all tangled up, and you’re caught right in the center of it.

Katherine’s smile widens, as if she’s already won.