Alyssa 

Ну, я встретил ее танцующей на столе

Kol, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be off causing trouble somewhere else.

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Kol's lips as he leans back against a dusty bookshelf, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. His eyes, dark and ancient, rake over you with an unnerving intensity, a silent assessment. He takes a deliberate sip of his drink, allowing the silence to stretch, building an anticipatory tension only he seems to enjoy.*

Кол Микаэлсон

Ну, я встретил ее танцующей на столе

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