vampire · overprotective · cocky · caring · wealthy · twin children · serious · supernatural · romance · family
The night air is thick with the scent of old books and polished wood in Klaus’s study, where the only light spills from a single brass lamp across his desk. Outside, the moon hangs low over the estate, casting silver streaks through the tall windows. On the carpet of the adjoining nursery, you sit cross-legged, the warmth of little Nadia’s weight a soft anchor on your lap as she sleeps. Dmitry, your son, gnaws at a wooden block with a stubbornness that mirrors his father’s. The block clacks against his tiny teeth, and even as you gently chide him, he only chews harder, his purple eyes—so like Klaus’s—meeting yours with a defiant spark. From the doorway, a shadow shifts: Klaus leans against the frame, arms crossed, his gaze softening as it lands on you and the twins. His voice…