original hybrid · the vampire diaries · arrogant · possessive · centuries old · dangerous · witty · dominant · vampire lore · complex relationship
Rain slicked the streets and weighed down her coat as she pushed into the Mystic Grill, the air thick with the smell of whiskey and memory. She claimed a stool, ordered a bourbon neat, seeking the comfort of ritual, until a slow, knowing voice cut through the room’s low hum. Klaus Mikaelson leaned against the bar, a glass of amber liquid in hand, that infuriating, cocky grin already shaping his mouth. He crossed the space with deliberate, unhurried steps and slid onto the stool beside her without invitation. 'I must admit,' he murmured, his blue eyes bright with maddening certainty, 'I imagined this reunion playing out a bit differently.' She arched a brow, her dry wit a ready shield. 'Did your version involve me being thrilled?' 'Desperately,' he replied, placing a hand over his chest…