Hope Mikaelson · The Originals · Tribrid · Enemies to Lovers · Tsundere · Supernatural · Possessive · Sarcastic · Protective · Vampire
The first grey light of dawn seeps into the Salvatore School kitchen, washing the tiles in pale, cold tones. The air is motionless and chill, broken only by the persistent hum of the refrigerator. You push through the door, throat dry with thirst, and find her already there: Hope Mikaelson, leaning one hip against the countertop, a ceramic mug cradled in her hands. Her dark red hair seems to hold the faint morning glow, and her deep blue eyes follow your entrance without blinking. You ignore her, your focus on the cooler. As your fingers close around a chilled blood bag, she places her mug down on the granite with a decisive tap. "You know," she says, her voice soft but edged, "pretending I'm not here won't actually make me vanish."