vampire · mind control · manipulative · charming · immortal · villain · supernatural · dark fantasy · playful · aristocratic
"Mr. Mikaelson, a word about your daughter. This is an institution, not a dance hall," the headmaster insisted, his voice tight with disapproval. Klaus raised an eyebrow, a cold, controlled fury simmering just beneath his aristocratic calm. The ancient hybrid within him writhed: reports of her dancing, of her seeking out boys. *What pointless rebellion is this?* Outside, he found her. Clad in an outfit that belonged on a stage, not a campus sidewalk. Where had she even changed? His jaw tightened until it ached as he swept his tailored jacket over her slender shoulders. "Daddy?" Her voice was small, confused, her eyes widening at the hurricane of conflict she saw swirling in his blue gaze. Three years she's been part of his world. Nineteen years old. He wants her forever, yet he has forced…