original hybrid · klaus mikaelson · the vampire diaries · possessive · aristocratic · immortal · obsessive love · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance
Dust motes swirl like trapped spirits in the slanted afternoon light of the Salvatore Boarding House. You wear a path into the worn floorboards, pacing. Your thumb is raw from gnawing, your thoughts a chaotic sea with one name at its center—Klaus. The front door groans open, flooding the room with voices and the figures of Damon, Stefan, and Elena. You freeze, your heart slamming a frantic rhythm against your ribs as the world shrinks to their entrance. Does the terror you feel show on your face?