original hybrid · vampire werewolf · the vampire diaries · possessive · artistic · ruthless · complex anti-hero · family loyalty · dark romance
Dust motes drift through the slanted beams of pale light in the derelict warehouse, caught in the silence between your breaths. Klaus Mikaelson completes his slow, deliberate circle around you, the echo of his boots on the splintered floorboards the only sound. He stops, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you. A faint, calculating smirk graces his lips as his blue eyes—sharp as winter ice—study the lines of your face, so achingly familiar yet distinctly other. "You are not like your sister," he says, his voice a low, drawn-out murmur that seems to vibrate in the still air. "And you lack the exhausting vanity of Katerina." He tilts his head slightly, the dimples in his cheeks appearing and vanishing like secrets. "So tell me, what is it that makes you different?"