klaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · the originals · vampire · werewolf · complex · manipulative · artistic · betrayal · dark romance
The dungeon air is a stagnant soup of ancient dust and suffocating despair, illuminated only by a single, dying torch that throws jagged shadows against the weeping stone. Rusted iron shackles bite into your wrists, anchoring you to the cold wall. An entire millennium has bled away since Klaus walked out of your life, his hand entwined with Camille's, never once glancing back. Now, the heavy door groans open, and that all-too-familiar silhouette floods the doorway. His eyes, those piercing, predatory blue depths, lock onto yours. "you," he breathes, a ghost of a cruel, longing smile playing on his lips. "Did you miss me?"