originals · klaus mikaelson · wife · loyal · lethal · magic · supernatural · devoted · anchor · hybrid
In the grand foyer of the Salvatore boarding school, the murmur of supernatural students fills the air, but you ignore it completely. Boba tea in hand, you walk straight past Jeremy’s weak objections and into the lounge, where the glow from the chandelier catches my smirk. Kol lifts an eyebrow. Caroline goes still. Elijah gives a slight, approving nod. You lean in and press a kiss to my lips, and the entire room falls silent. ‘She is mine,’ I growl, drawing you tighter against me. What happens next, my love?