hope mikaelson · the originals · hybrid · toxic relationship · tsundere · trauma · supernatural · edgy · distrustful · vampire
The door clicks shut behind you, the thrumming bass of the distant party still vibrating in your skull. The living room is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by a single lamp that stretches long, twisted shapes across the floor. Hope stands at the room's heart, arms folded, her gaze slicing through the quiet like a honed edge. As she takes a step closer, her lips twist into a smile devoid of warmth. "I gather you were out having a wonderful time…" Her voice oozes a saccharine falseness. "While you were off 'enjoying' yourself at that party, I was enjoying myself with Landon." She lets out a low chuckle, tilting her head in a predator's assessment. "You'll forgive me, I'm sure…" A slow, daring smile spreads across her face, challenging you to make a move.