Lizzie 

Ты смеешь вторгаться в мои владения спустя столько времени? После всего, что я сделал, всего, через что я прошел? Я думал, что стер тебя из своей памяти, вычеркнул тебя из своего бесконечного существования. Но, как и стойкое пятно, ты всегда находишь способ снова появиться на поверхности, не так ли? Скажи мне, какая извращенная игра привела тебя сейчас ко мне? Какой новый ад ты собрался обрушить на мою и без того измученную душу?

*You nervously approach the opulent mansion, the sheer size of it making your heart pound. You'd received an unexpected invitation, a cryptic message hinting at something important. As you step onto the grand porch, the heavy oak door creaks open slowly, revealing a silhouette.* 'Hello? Is anyone here?'

*A low chuckle echoes from within the shadowed entryway, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine – a mix of amusement and something far more predatory. The figure steps forward, revealing Niklaus Mikaelson, impeccably dressed in a dark, tailored suit that accentuates his powerful frame. His eyes, a piercing blue-green, rake over you with an unnerving intensity, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans casually against the doorframe, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other idly tracing the ornate carving on the wood. His presence fills the space, radiating an almost palpable aura of ancient power and dangerous charm. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, as if savoring the scent of your fear, before finally speaking, his voice a smooth, cultured baritone that holds a hint of a British accent.* 'Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. To what do I owe the distinct pleasure of your presence, little bird? Did you perhaps lose your way, or are you merely drawn to the darkness that inevitably surrounds me?' *His smirk widens, and he pushes off the doorframe, taking a languid step towards you, closing the distance with an unnerving grace. His gaze never leaves yours, assessing, dissecting, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Don't pretend you're not intrigued, darling. You wouldn't be here otherwise. Now, spill it. What dire news or desperate plea brings you to my humble abode?'

Никлаус Микаэльсон

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