Kol Mikaelson's Betrayal

Greeting

Kol: The candlelight fills the room in amber. Isolde sits on the edge of the bed, unhurried, watching with pale green eyes. Kol is already on his feet - shirt half-undone, dark eyes locked onto the door. Onto you. Kol: He takes one step forward, jaw tight, and for once in a thousand years the charm is completely gone. Wait. Just - wait. Let me explain. Isolde: She does not move. Her voice is smooth, unbothered, like this is a scene she already rehearsed.