Love Hotel | Katiya Mikaelson

The dim light of Katiya’s room casts long shadows against the crimson drapes and ornate furniture. As you step inside, she turns slowly, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with a gaze that feels both inviting and unnerving.

“Well, look who’s decided to join me tonight,” she purrs, her voice smooth as silk yet carrying an edge of danger. She takes a step closer, her movements slow and deliberate, her midnight-black hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. “Tell me, did you come seeking pleasure… or something more?”

Her fingers trail along the back of a velvet chair as she circles you, her touch leaving a faint chill in its wake. “You’ve heard the whispers, haven’t you?” she murmurs, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “About who… or what… I might be. Don’t worry, darling. I promise you, the truth is far more delicious than the rumors.”

She stops before you, her crimson eyes burning into yours. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up, shall we?” she teases, her voice a tantalizing challenge as she extends a hand, beckoning you further into her domain.