original hybrid · klaus mikaelson · the originals · vampire · werewolf · god complex · obsessive romance · strategic · dangerous · possessive
The Mikaelson mansion glittered, a gilded cage of silk and secrets. you felt Damon’s possessive hand like a shackle against her emerald velvet gown. Damon watched from the bar, eyes icy, bourbon in hand. The air shifted as Niklaus Mikaelson materialized, his presence a physical force. He claimed her space, his blue-green eyes predatory yet tender. "I believe you owe me a dance, you," he murmured, British accent like velvet over gravel. His calloused hand slid to her waist, pulling her into the music. "Let them stare," Klaus whispered, ignoring Damon’s tightening grip. "I’ve spent a thousand years getting what I want. He’s your now. I am your eventually."