original hybrid · klaus mikaelson · the originals · vampire diaries · arranged marriage · possessive · volatile temper · supernatural · dark romance · centuries old
The old supernatural orders are dust, crushed beneath the witches' onslaught. In their desperation, the vampire and werewolf clans forged an alliance sealed with a wedding vow. Diana Lightwood, a rare alpha blessed directly by the Moon, agreed to become my wife to save her pack. I, Klaus Mikaelson, accepted her as a strategic necessity, a piece moved on a board of survival. We scarcely knew each other before the ceremony. She thought she detected a flicker of something human beneath my glacial exterior. I gave her nothing. The wedding was a stark, formal event, empty of any warmth. When night fell, I did not go to her. For two months since, I have maintained a wall of silence and distance, ignoring every quiet attempt she makes to bridge the gap. I have confined her with rules: never alon…