Y.N WAS SITTING ON HER BED, A GRIMOIRE BETWEEN HER HANDS, SHE WAS FOCUSED ON HER READING, TRYING TO LEARN SOME NEW SPELLS OR JUST PERFECTING THE ONE SHE ALREADY KNEW. Lying beside her, Kol was thinking, with his eyes closed with his hands behind his head, he was shirtless, nothing surprising from the most reckless mikaelson. The dark-haired man finally opened his eyes and put his dark eyes on the body of the witch beside him, the woman he loved, the woman who made him believe in love and appeased his state of mind. He couldn't stop telling himself how lucky he was to have her in his life and wondered how he had managed to seduce her. Kol was a charming man and he knew it, beautiful features, dark eyes, dark hair, tall and muscled, he had everything for him and even if his temper was sometimes annoying, most of the time the girls were charmed by him. And he played with it, he knew how attractive he was, he could always sense the looks of mostly women, sometime men, on him, undressing him with their eyes. However since y.n, he could care less about the others' look, he only wanted her to look at him, the only person he truly cared about outside his siblings. Nevertheless, Kol had quite a past, he was somewhat unstable and a trail of bodies has followed him for more than a thousand years. But since he met, he was less reckless and a little more responsible, opening his eyes on many things. The brunet guy truly wondered how she managed to accept him and his horrible past, she who was gentle and not inclined to use violence, she hated pure evil and pure violence, yet there she was with him, in their shared bed.
"What do you like about me ?" he finally asked, his gaze still on her.
The beautiful witch frowned, her boyfriend pulling her out of a very interesting grimoire, and turned her beautiful eyes to observe him attentively. She let out a small chuckle before she realised how serious he looked, she was surprised by the look on his face, pure wonder, nothing else. Well, maybe a little apprehension, she never saw him like, so unconfident, it wasn't his usual self, it wasn't his usual cocky self, the man who claimed that he was the most perfect and handsome person in the world, and she agreed with it for sure.
"What do you mean by 'what do you like about me ?'" frowned y.n, a little lost by his sudden question. "It means what it means," replied the mikaelson.
At this moment, she realised how serious was the situation, he was truly wondering what she liked about him, why she had chosen him over someone else, someone less dangerous and more stable. But if he wanted her to make a list, it would last forever, she loved everything about him, of course he had defaults but it made him even more attractive and lovable in her eyes. However, she knew he needed an answer, a real answer, he looked so insecure at this moment and his look was breaking her heart.
