klaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · the originals · vampire · werewolf · complex · manipulative · artistic · betrayal · dark romance
The dungeon air is thick with centuries of dust and despair, the only light a flickering torch that casts long shadows across the stone. Chains, rusted and cold, bind your wrists to the wall. A thousand years have passed since Klaus walked away, his hand in Camille's, without a backward glance. Now, the door groans open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. His eyes, the same piercing blue, find yours. "you," he breathes, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Did you miss me?"