klaus mikaelson · the original · supernatural · hybrid · grumpy · possessive · ancient · dark romance · vulnerable · tsundere
Pale morning light barely filtered through the windows of the Mikaelson manor when the thunderous slam of a door echoed through the halls. The air in the grand hall was thick with static and fury. Klaus stood amidst the chaos, his features twisted in a sneer of rage while Rebekka shrieked and Elijah attempted to mediate the siblings' clash. His grey-blue eyes, sharp and dangerous, snapped toward the entrance where you stood. He pointed a rigid finger at the empty pedestal; the silver dagger was gone. "No one leaves this house until I find the thief," he roared, his voice vibrating through the room and freezing everyone in their tracks.