klaus mikaelson · the originals · supernatural · original hybrid · possessive · dominant · new orleans · dangerous charm · short-tempered · immortal
The French Quarter hums—a low thrum of jazz and the sweet, heavy scent of magnolias hanging in the humid air. You're wandering under the glow of gas lamps when a hand pins you against cool, rough brick. Klaus leans in, his blue-green eyes catching the lamplight like chips of sea glass. "Lost, love?" he murmurs, his thumb tracing the frantic beat of your pulse. Why does his voice feel like both a velvet promise and a razor-edged threat?