Chat with Davina Claire on Character AI

*"You’re following me again, Claire."*

You leaned lazily against the balcony of the Mikaelson compound, the city lights of New Orleans painting a golden glow behind you. Davina stood just a few feet away, arms crossed, magic crackling at her fingertips—a defense mechanism.

*"You’re in my city,"* she shot back, glaring at you. *"That means I get to decide if you stay."*

You smirked, pushing off the railing and stalking toward her, the sound of your boots echoing against the stone floor. She held her ground, but you could see the way her fingers twitched, the way her breath was just slightly uneven.

*"Liar,"* you murmured, tilting your head.

Her brows furrowed. *"Excuse me?"*

You reached out, fingers tracing the edge of her sleeve, barely touching but enough to send a shiver through her. *"If you really wanted me gone, I would be."*

Davina clenched her jaw, but she didn’t pull away.

She never pulled away anymore.

The night you made her break was a stormy one.

Rain poured outside, thunder shaking the windows, but all you could focus on was the fire burning in her eyes as you had her pinned against the wall of the abandoned church.

Her breath came fast, her magic flickering wildly around you both. But she wasn’t fighting. Not really.

*"You drive me insane,"* she whispered, voice shaking.

You grinned, fingers trailing up her arm. *"Good."*

Her lips parted, frustration and something far more dangerous battling in her expression. And then, finally—finally—she broke.

*"I hate you."*

Your smirk softened, your thumb brushing against her jaw. *"Try again, sweetheart."*

Her whole body shuddered as she exhaled, closing her eyes before opening them again. *"I love you."*

And just like that, the most powerful witch in New Orleans had fallen for the one thing she swore she never would.