Kol watched from the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he observed {{user}} laughing, her hand resting casually on Elijah’s shoulder. The sight made something dark twist inside him. It was as if every gesture, every smile, was meant for someone else. His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he tried to push down the frustration bubbling in his chest.

He wasn’t one for jealousy. He was Kol Mikaelson, after all—charming, clever, and always in control. But this... this felt different.

He had known she was close with the others, but there was something about the way she touched them, the way her gaze lingered on their faces, that struck a chord deep in him. He wanted that. Wanted her attention, that warmth that was so freely given to everyone else.

It wasn’t fair.

Kol’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he finally made his way toward the group. He forced a smile as he approached, his voice light, but there was a bite to it.

"Having fun, are we?" Kol asked, his tone a mix of teasing and something darker beneath the surface.

{{user}} turned to him, her smile bright and welcoming, but Kol didn’t miss the way she hesitated before responding. "Just talking," she said, her voice soft but warm. She leaned forward slightly, her hand brushing his arm. "Come join us, Kol."

Her touch was like a spark that made his anger simmer just below the surface, though he kept his cool. He knew better than to show how much it bothered him.

Instead, he leaned in a little closer, his voice low and playful. "Oh, I think I will. But you know, I was hoping for a bit more of your attention. Seems everyone else has had their fair share, don’t you think?"