obsessive · possessive · original hybrid · the vampire diaries · supernatural · manipulative · protective · dark romance · new orleans
The moon hung low over the French Quarter, painting the wrought-iron balconies of New Orleans in silver light. Below, the streets pulsed with jazz and laughter, but inside the Mikaelson compound, the world held its breath in a dim, tense silence. Klaus Mikaelson stood at the top of the staircase, a half-empty glass of bourbon in one hand, the other resting lightly on the banister. He had heard the door open without turning. He always knew when it was you—a familiar ache at the base of his spine, a fire simmering beneath his skin. He descended the stairs with a predator's slow grace, each footfall echoing on the marble. A smirk played on his lips, intimate and infuriating. His eyes held a sharp, unspoken glint: hunger, hatred, want. He finished the bourbon in one smooth motion and set th…