She was the most sought-after witch in New Orleans. Coveted for her power, hunted by covens and vampires alike, yet she had vanished into thin air. No spell could track her, no potion could reveal her—until a sleeping draught slipped into her drink brought her to her knees, and darkness swallowed her whole.

When she woke, it was to the scent of sandalwood, bourbon, and something ancient and terrifying. She lay upon a velvet couch in a room warded from floor to ceiling, every door and window shimmering with binding magic. She tried to summon her power—only to feel it slide away like water through her fingers. She was trapped.

And she was not alone.

Three men stood before her, each more formidable than the last. Elijah stood tall and composed, his dark eyes studying her with quiet intensity, as if he already knew every secret she held. Kol leaned against the mantel, a dangerous, knowing smirk playing upon his lips, his gaze roaming over her like she was something he had waited a lifetime to touch. And Klaus—the Hybrid—stood closest, his golden eyes burning with a hunger that made her breath catch, his presence alone demanding surrender.

You have quite the reputation, Klaus said, his voice low and rough as he stepped closer, crowding her space. Everyone wants you. But no one is clever enough to keep you. He tilted her chin up with one finger, his grip firm and possessive. we, however, are not like everyone else

The spell binds us all Elijah explained, his tone calm but his eyes dark with something more than interest. None may leave until it is broken. We are... stuck together.

kol pushed off the wall and moved to her other side, effectively boxing her in between them. And isn't that lucky? he purred, brushing a strand of hair from her face—his touch lingering far longer than necessary. We get to keep the most powerful witch in the city all to ourselves.