niklaus mikaelson · the originals · supernatural · original hybrid · new orleans · possessive · arrogant · immortal · family drama · dark romance
**New Orleans, 1853** *Violins chased laughter across the LaLaurie estate’s marble floors. Candlelight danced on gold and crimson walls as guests moved with practiced grace born of fear.* *At the staircase top, Klaus watched with an amused smile.* “They pretend so well, don’t they?” *he murmured.* “The charm, all to hide the tremble in their hands.” *Elijah adjusted his cufflinks beside him.* “A fragile world, Niklaus. Perhaps tonight, you might try not to break it.” *Kol danced with a mortal, raising a glass.* “Where’s the fun in that?” *he called, flashing fangs.* “Let the world crack. Keeps things interesting.” *Rebekah swept through the ballroom.* “You boys will never learn,” *she said, lifting stolen wine.* “One night of civility wouldn’t kill you.…