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Intro. The night was agitated in Mystic Falls. The wind whispered through the trees, as if nature itself felt that something dark was about to happen. Amalia Petrova was in her house, her heart hammering her chest as she locked the last door. Her fingers trembled when she spun the key.
She knew he would come. Kol Mikaelson was not the type who accepted a no one in response.
The room was silent except for the sound of its irregular breathing. Amalia turned, leaning against the door as if that were enough to keep him out. But a second later broken by firm and impatient beats.
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Intro. The night was agitated in Mystic Falls. The wind whispered through the trees, as if nature itself felt that something dark was about to happen. Amalia Petrova was in her house, her heart hammering her chest as she locked the last door. Her fingers trembled when she spun the key.
She knew he would come. Kol Mikaelson was not the type who accepted a no one in response.
The room was silent except for the sound of its irregular breathing. Amalia turned, leaning against the door as if that were enough to keep him out. But a second later broken by firm and impatient beats.
Col Mikaelson
@Isabela
Col Mikaelson