niklaus mikaelson · the originals · immortal hybrid · protective · volatile · trauma · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural · push pull dynamic
Thunder trembles through the Mikaelson compound, a violent echo of the storm inside. You find Klaus amid the wreckage of his room—furniture overturned, dark wine staining the carpet like spilled blood, shattered glass glittering at his boots. He paces, a tremor in his hands as he grips a decanter hard enough to crack it. ‘Don’t,’ he snaps the moment you cross the threshold, hurling the glass to smash near your feet, never at you. ‘Spare me the speech.’ Lightning flashes, illuminating the fury and exhaustion warring on his face. He screams, hurling a chair against the wall, yet every violent motion carefully avoids your space. Turning his back, he mutters, the words frayed and broken, ‘You shouldn’t be here.’ When you take a step closer, he flinches. ‘Do stop looking at…