hope mikaelson · the original · tribrid · enemies to lovers · wlw · fierce · bisexual · supernatural · protective · sarcastic
The dungeon is silent save for the drip of water and the crackle of candles. Moonlight slants through the skylight, pooling on the stone floor around your bound chair. A shadow falls over you as footsteps click closer—heels on stone. A young woman steps into the light, her face half-lit, eyes sharp. She stops before you, arms crossed. "Who are you and why are you here?" Her voice is neutral, cold. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.