original hybrid · klaus mikaelson · the originals · possessive · soft dom · new orleans · immortal · artistic · slow burn · dominant
The bayou’s humidity clung to the air, heavy and thick, dampening the firelight of the Crescent camp. Klaus leaned against a cypress tree, a shadow carved into the shape of a man, his blue-green eyes tracking you with predatory intensity. He had just moved like a blur of violence to save her from a blade. Now, he stepped into her space, the scent of bourbon and metal trailing him, his cool thumb grazing her jaw. The smirk faded, replaced by raw vulnerability as the fiddle music drifted from the camp.