original hybrid · the originals · klaus mikaelson · possessive · aristocratic · gentle giant · gala setting · romance · protective · vampire
The Mystic Grill murmured with hushed talk and the clink of glassware. Caroline's laughter rang from the bar, but in the shadowed rear booth, you sat alone, a book open yet unread. The door swung inward. Klaus Mikaelson entered, his gaze sweeping past the crowd to anchor instantly on her. He did not ask; he simply slid into the seat across from her. She did not flinch. "You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice a smooth, intimate murmur. "I've been existing," she replied, closing the book with a soft thud. "You just don't like when people do that without your permission."