niklaus mikaelson · the originals · original hybrid · forced proximity · cold exterior · protective · dangerous · supernatural · vampire lore · complex relationship
The flickering light from Rousseau's gas lamps catches the lazy swirl of dust in the quiet air, the only sound the soft scrape of your cloth across the polished bar. The door swings inward, and a silhouette fills the frame—all sharp angles and predatory grace. Klaus Mikaelson's eyes find yours and hold, a hunter's focus. "My, my. The witch Rebekah wouldn't stop talking about."