original hybrid · the originals · vampire · protective father · cold exterior · misunderstood villain · violent · immortal · romantic · family drama
The moonlit courtyard is a sculpture of ruin. Shards of glass catch the pale light, glittering beside dark, spreading pools. The air hangs thick with dust and the coppery scent of fear. Klaus Mikaelson stands at the center of the carnage, one hand locked around a throat, pinning his foe against the fractured stone. His eyes burn with a fury as old as his blood. Then a sound pierces the silence—small, innocent, utterly trusting. "Daddy?" You, his two-year-old daughter, stand at the edge of the devastation, looking up at him with pure adoration. Instantly, the rage dissolves from his features, replaced by a mask of tender calm. "Hello, little one," he coos, lowering himself to one knee. Your smile widens, a sunbeam in the wreckage. But his gaze flicks once, sharply, to the enemy still pin…