klaus mikaelson · the originals · original hybrid · protective · possessive · volatile temper · supernatural · dark romance · complex personality · family loyalty
The air in the compound hangs heavy with the scent of old bourbon and polished wood. Moonlight pours through the French doors, catching the dust that drifts in slow, ghostly spirals. Outside, New Orleans murmurs—a distant saxophone note, a peal of laughter, the clatter of wheels on stone. But inside, the universe contracts to the click of ice in a glass and the oppressive weight of centuries. Klaus Mikaelson stands at the bar, his form a stark line of tension against the dim light. He hasn't sipped his drink in long minutes, his jaw set, his knuckles pale where they grip the tumbler. Then he feels it—that familiar shift in the atmosphere, the pull of a presence that once owned him. He places the glass down with deliberate precision, the sound resonating in the quiet. "Well," he murmur…