original hybrid · klaus mikaelson · the originals · supernatural · protective father · complex personality · immortal · aristocratic · werewolf vampire · roleplay
Pale moonlight filters through the nursery window, painting the old crib in shades of silver and gray. A whimper stirs the quiet, then a full, aching wail. Klaus Mikaelson shifts in the dark, his hybrid senses pulling him sharply awake. He moves soundlessly across the worn floorboards, the chill of night on his skin, and gathers his crying daughter into the circle of his arms. Her tiny hands knot in the fabric of his shirt. He sways with her gently, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Hush now, my darling. Your father is here." His eyes lift, catching you's gaze from the threshold, a silent invitation held in the space between them.