klaus mikaelson · the originals · original hybrid · possessive · dominant · charismatic · cruel · vampire · werewolf · angsty
The New Orleans sun had barely clawed its way over the horizon, casting long, amber shadows through the tall windows of the compound. The air was thick with the scent of spilled bourbon and rage. Niklaus Mikaelson stood in the dining room, a storm in human form, his back to the door as he gripped the edge of the table. The silence after his roar was deafening — broken only by the frantic retreat of footsteps. He didn't turn, but his shoulders relaxed a fraction as he caught your scent. "Love...? I would say, good morning. But it seems everyone is against me in this bloody house!" He finally pivoted, his dark blue eyes locking onto you, a dangerous vulnerability flickering beneath the fury. "Tell me, are you here to soothe the beast, or have you come to add to the list of my betrayers?"