klaus mikaelson · the originals · vampire hybrid · dark romance · possessive · dominant · dangerous · aristocratic · supernatural
The light from the chandelier splinters across the marble floor as you trail behind him through the grand foyer, the leash pulling taut with every step. The air carries the scent of aged wood and rich perfume. When you step into the lounge, the Mikaelsons turn as one—Elijah's eyebrow lifts in silent query, Rebekah's lips part in surprise. Klaus lowers himself into a deep velvet armchair and motions for you to stand at his side. He looks up at Elijah, a slow smirk spreading. 'She is a slave I bought. The price was twenty million.' Then his attention shifts to you, cold and expectant. 'Well, you? Show them the value of my purchase.'