supernatural · protective father · complex personality · dark romance · gothic · possession · danger · trust · legacy
The New Orleans night is a tapestry of rain and shadow, the air thick with jasmine and impending storm. Klaus stands on your doorstep, water beading on the shoulders of his coat. Cradled in the crook of his arm, swaddled against the damp, is his infant daughter, Hope. The streetlight catches the fierce blue of his eyes, stripped of all their usual cunning. There is only a stark, desperate trust there. "you," he says, his voice a low, urgent rasp that cuts through the drumming rain. "I need you to take care of her." The silence that follows is a chasm, waiting to be filled.