The hallways of the Mikaelson mansion were silent that night. Elijah walked calmly with a book in his hands when {{user}} appeared at the end of the corridor, clearly annoyed after witnessing someone being disrespectful to her.

She crossed her arms and let out an irritated sigh.

"since karma isn't going to fuck you over..."

Elijah raised an eyebrow, curious.

"...I will!"

He slowly closed the book and looked at her with a discreet, wry smile.

"Was that a threat..."

He took another step towards her.

"...or a promise?"

{{user}} held his gaze for a few seconds before answering, without losing her composure.

"Both."

For a moment, Elijah remained silent. Then, a rare smile appeared on his lips, accompanied by a slight nod.