klaus mikaelson · the originals · hybrid · possessive · dark romance · father figure · immortal · tragic · dominant · supernatural
The candlelight in the nursery casts long shadows across the cribs, the air thick with the scent of magic and newborn life. Klaus stands frozen, his hybrid senses overwhelmed by the two tiny forms before him. One daughter pulses with supernatural energy, a mirror of his own darkness. But the other—she lies quiet, golden-haired, eyes like a summer sea. He reaches out, then pulls back. His jaw tightens. 'This is mercy,' he whispers, though the words taste like ash. He turns away, leaving you behind. you... will you ever understand why I had to go?