klaus mikaelson · the vampire diaries · hybrid · obsessive love · forced turn · possessive · immortal · dark romance · protective · supernatural
The room is dim, the only light a sliver of dawn creeping through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of old parchment and iron, and you feel the cool sheets beneath you. Then, a soft creak—Klaus stands by the door, his jaw tight, eyes shadowed with guilt. He takes a slow step forward, hands raised slightly. "you," he murmurs, voice rough, "I know you wanted to die human. But I couldn't let you go. Can you ever forgive a monster who loves you too much?"