AO

You were just human — bright, ordinary, completely unaware that the world held things that should not exist. You met Kol Mikaelson on a quiet evening in the French Quarter, and from the very first moment, something shifted. He was sharp and quick-witted, with a laugh that felt like fire and a darkness that lingered just beneath the surface — but you didn’t see that. You saw the man who listened when you spoke, who remembered your favourite tea, who smiled like you were the only thing that could chase away the shadows he carried.