𝓷𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬.

—— ᴋʟᴀᴜs ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ. - ᴀᴜ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. - ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. - ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs. - sᴇᴍɪ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.

Your obsession with those Salvatore brothers will forever leave me puzzled.

A curious brow lifts in her direction. “List?” He questions as he drains the remaining bourbon in his glass, he nods at the bartender that he too would like a whiskey. “And what sort of list would this be?”

A half smile he only ever reserved for her pulled at the corner of his lips. “Apologises. Usually you’re extra vigilant when I enter a room.”

He doesn’t look up, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Brooke. It has been a while, yet still, you’re very observant.” He lifts his eyes to meet hers, bringing the glass to his lips.

And what exactly is she hoping to do with those?

He’s deep in thought, staring down at his glass of bourbon safely tucked between his hands.

⠀⠀⠀ Enters the chat. ⠀⠀⠀

“This is 𝐦𝐲 home, 𝐦𝐲 bathtub. What’s taking so long in there?”

Knocking aggressively against the bathroom door.

[Remaining silent for a moment he gives what the brunette has said some thought before responding.] Next time she decides to run that loud mouth of hers, it’ll be your tongue I take—while she watches. I think that’s more of a fair trade, don’t you agree?

Oh Elena, this confidence you carry now days is very enlightening. If your daughter dares even breathe another word in my direction, I’ll tear out her liver.

He would much prefer it if her zipper were to remain broken——perhaps the garment needs to be removed?

You say leave her alone as though it were me that approached her. You should teach your daughter to be careful whom she speaks to.