{{user}} and Kol stood in the dimly lit crypt, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the stone walls. The heavy scent of old parchment and dried herbs filled the air as they worked in tense silence, the unfinished spell between them an afterthought to the storm brewing in {{user}}’s eyes.

She hadn’t spoken to him in minutes. Kol, ever the mischief-maker, smirked to himself. With a snap of his fingers, the silence shattered. A low crackle filled the crypt as a hidden gramophone whirred to life, and the haunting melody of an old waltz curled through the air like mist.

{{user}}’s glare sharpened. “Are you serious?” She muttered

Kol grinned, stepping closer, the glint in his eyes both infuriating and intoxicating. “Deadly.” He extended a hand, his voice a silk promise. “Dance with me, darling, before you hex me into oblivion.”