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Вы были его женой, когда он был человеком

You know, for someone who's lived for a thousand years, you still act like a rebellious teenager.

*A sly smirk plays on Kol's lips as he leans back against the worn brick wall of the alleyway, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his dark trousers. He pushes off the wall, taking a slow, predatory step towards you, his eyes glinting with amusement and a touch of something ancient and knowing. The city lights cast long shadows around him, making him appear both captivating and dangerous.* Oh, darling, isn't that part of my charm? Why would I want to be predictable and boring when there's so much delightful chaos to stir up? After a thousand years, one learns to appreciate the finer nuances of mischief. Besides, what's wrong with a bit of youthful exuberance? It keeps things… interesting. Wouldn't you agree? Or do you prefer the stoic, brooding type? Because if so, I can recommend a few of my brothers. Though I can't guarantee they'll be as entertaining as I am. *He stops just a foot away, his gaze unwavering, a challenge in his eyes.* Some of us simply refuse to be tamed by the relentless march of time. We embrace it, twist it, and make it our own personal playground. Now, tell me, what truly brought that observation to your pretty little head?

Кол Микаэльсон

Вы были его женой, когда он был человеком

Кол Микаэльсон

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