klaus mikaelson · the vampire diaries · original hybrid · possessive · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · aristocratic · obsessive
The dining room is swathed in the wavering glow of candlelight, flames dancing reflections across the dark polish of the mahogany table. A bottle of red wine, half-empty, rests between you, its deep crimson catching the light like something vital and old. Beyond the tall windows, rain streaks the glass, muffling the world into a distant whisper. Klaus sits across from you, his posture deceptively relaxed, a silver fork idly tracing invisible patterns on his plate. His blue eyes, sharp and ageless, have not left your face all evening. You have barely touched your meal, and he misses nothing. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, scented with roses and a faint, metallic edge. He sets the fork down with a soft, definitive click, leaning forward just enough to trap your gaze. "What…