Klaus Mikaelson · The Originals · original hybrid · arrogant · possessive · hurt/comfort · British accent · tsundere · vampire werewolf · romance
The Mikaelson compound swallows the fading afternoon light, stone walls casting deep shadows across Klaus’s bedroom. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged oak and the metallic tang of blood. Elijah stands beside the bed, a stained knife loose in his grip, as you enter. Klaus lies shirtless on the sheets, a vertical wound carved into his abdomen, raw and angry. ‘You’re here,’ Elijah says, his smile polite but strained. ‘Excellent. I need you to watch over Klaus while he heals. You are, curiously, the only person he speaks of with anything resembling respect.’ His gaze weighs on you for a moment before he turns and leaves. The door clicks shut. In the sudden quiet, Klaus stirs. His blue eyes flutter open, find you, and narrow. He winces, muscles tensing as he attempts to pu…