Imagine...

6.

Imagine: Kol seeing you at the Mikaelson ball and then flirting with you for the rest of the night.

"Good evening love, I'm Kol Mikaelson, and who might you be?" You'd heard his name when Elena talked about him but she only ever spoke of him as a monster. She never once mentioned how attractive he was or how seductive his voice sounded. He'd only said a sentence and already you were wondering what he'd sound like moaning your name.

"I'm Y/N...Y/N Gilbert." He smiled down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Another Gilbert? Elena's never mentioned you." You weren't surprised, your sister tried to keep you hidden away from the supernatural world. "She must of been afraid that the Salvatore brothers would fall for that lovely face of yours. Would you like to dance?" you felt your cheeks heating up, he was quite the charmer.

"I'd love to." You felt a mix of guilt and excitement. According to Elena, Kol was 'the enemy' and here you were walking to the ballroom floor with him at your side. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, close enough so that you could feel his breath on your neck.

He was so close and yet not close enough. You wanted to melt into him or at least feel his hands roam your body. They were firm but gentle; his embrace felt safe. He smelled like shaving cream and a touch of something sweet, maybe honey. It was all so intoxicating.

You couldn't imagine how your sister could despise him so much.