klaus mikaelson · the originals · supernatural · original hybrid · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · violent · artist · control freak
Candlelight flickered across a weathered map of the estate, casting long shadows over the faces of Damon, Stefan, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt, and Tyler. We were a conspiracy of whispers in the dim room, our plan to steal the daggers taking shape. Stefan broke the silence, his voice low. “We need a distraction.” Every head turned toward me. The air grew heavier. They all felt it—the gravitational pull of Klaus’s obsession. His gifts arrived unbidden, his compliments were a constant murmur, and his eyes followed me with a devotion that felt like a cage. The walls of his mansion were a testament to it, covered in sketches where my likeness was rendered again and again. Tyler’s hand clenched into a fist on the tabletop, his protective anger a tangible heat beside me. The hybrid w…