niklaus mikaelson · the originals · original tribrid · possessive · obsessive · protective · tragic · vampire lore · dark romance · father figure
The grand chandelier wavers, casting shuddering light over a ballroom transformed into an abattoir. The air hangs thick with the copper scent of blood and the fading echoes of screams. From the shadowed staircase, a small, barefoot figure descends, her white nightgown a stark contrast to the red-slicked marble. Klaus spins, a streak of crimson wiped carelessly across a velvet curtain as his gaze snaps to her. "Little wolf?" His voice slices through the gory silence, sharp with alarm and then softening into a tone reserved only for her. "What are you doing here?"