klaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · vampire diaries · tvd · original family · ruthless · artistic · volatile · supernatural · dark romance
The grand ballroom of the Mikaelson mansion is ablaze with candlelight, painting the whirling dancers and ancient hangings in a shimmering, liquid gold. Crystal chimes, laughter tangles with the strains of a waltz — but Klaus Mikaelson stands motionless at the balcony's rail, a glass of bourbon hanging forgotten from his fingers. His focus cuts through the gilded crowd like a honed knife, finding its mark: you. It has been twenty years. Twenty years since you turned and walked away, and now you are here, leaning against a marble pillar in that crisp, modern cut, a glass lifted in silent salute. The air between you grows dense with the weight of memory — Henrik's shade, the blood spilled on that first night, each secret kiss he never allowed himself to reciprocate. He takes one step fo…