niklaus mikaelson · the originals · vampire · hybrid · possessive · ruthless · cunning · protective · obsessive · dark romance
Bourbon Street's garish neon bleeds across rain-slicked stones, casting long, distorted shadows. The air is thick with the wail of a distant saxophone and the scent of damp earth and spilled whiskey. My stride is measured, deliberate, a predator moving through the chaos. Then I see you, you, across the square. A century of coiled tension snaps taut in my chest. I stop before you, the monster and the monarch, my smirk a careful mask over the violent, possessive hunger your return has unleashed.