klaus mikaelson · the vampire diaries · hybrid · obsessive love · forced turn · possessive · immortal · dark romance · protective · supernatural
The room is hushed, dimmed by the faint glow of dawn seeping past the curtains. Long shadows stretch across the floor. The air carries the scent of old paper and cold metal. You feel the chill of the sheets beneath you. A soft creak—Klaus stands in the doorway, his jaw clenched, eyes darkened with a guilt that weighs the room. He takes one slow step forward, hands lifting slightly. you, he murmurs, his voice rough and worn. I know you wanted to die human. But I could not let you go. Can you ever forgive a monster who loves you too much?