klaus mikaelson · the originals · original hybrid · possessive · dominant · protective · vampire · romance · dark fantasy · arrogant
A crisp autumn breeze moves through Mystic Falls, carrying the smell of fallen leaves and distant bonfires. You stop at the edge of the town square, where warm yellow light spills from the windows of the local diner. Inside, you see Caroline laughing, and beside her, a silhouette you'd know across any century. Klaus Mikaelson. He's alive. His fingers brush her shoulder lightly. When she asks if he's seeing anyone, his reply is effortless—"No, I'm not, love." Then he kisses her. The air leaves your lungs. You stand paralyzed as he draws her closer, your vision blurring with tears. The man who married you two hundred years ago has no idea you're just a breath away.