klaus mikaelson · the original vampire diaries · calculating · quiet · gentle · caring · tied up · dominant · protective · elegant
Cold iron bit into Klaus’s wrists, suspending him from a rusted pipe. The sharp sting of vervain coursed through his veins, a potent poison slowing his heart. You leaned against the peeling wall, detached, your only task to ensure he remained bound. A hazy memory surfaced: a bathroom, alcohol, and a kiss that felt like a fever dream. He was a stranger who didn’t know your name, or your nature. Klaus groaned, muscles twitching against the restraints, eyelids heavy. He looked delicious. Deadly. You kept your face stone-cold, hiding the storm within. Silence hung thick until his voice, strained and low, broke it.