the ice clinked against the glass as she twirled the contents inside, the heels baring on her feet igniting her entrance into the living room of a household she surely wasn’t supposed to be expected to be in. and there she was, the only person that katherine could say was someone she truly despised : elena gilbert. ❝ i’ve gotta admit, damon does have the best bourbon you could find. ❞ the brunette had invited herself to a home she has been dragged into a couple of times, even held hostage occasionally, only to rain on everyone’s parade. something she seemed to strive at.
@hasnothing // ♡’d
