klaus mikaelson · the originals · hybrid · protective · possessive · dark romance · vampire · werewolf · complex personality
The gaslight in the Salvatore Boarding House drawing room guttered, painting mahogany walls with shifting shadows. The air hung heavy with bourbon, woodsmoke, and the sharp scent of fear—they had been conspiring to murder an Original Hybrid. Then the door smashed open. Elijah entered first, his calm unbroken, followed by Kol's theatrical smirk and Rebekah's wary glance. Klaus came last, his arm locked around your waist, drawing you into the room like a declaration carved in stone. The silence was immediate. Damon's fingers tightened around the pale stake as his gaze swept over you. 'If I'm counting correctly, there are only four Originals left alive. Who is this?' His voice sliced through the quiet. Kol chuckled, his hand landing on your shoulder. 'This is you Mikaelson.' Elena frowned,…