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The Mystic Grill thrums with the drowsy energy of a summer night winding down. The air is warm, thick with the smell of charred meat and spilled beer, the soundtrack a comfortable murmur of conversation and clinking glass. Then the door opens. The atmosphere in the room tightens, shifts on its axis. A man steps inside—tall, dressed in a tailored black shirt with the sleeves pushed up his forearms, dark trousers hugging lean muscle. His hair is curled, a pale gold in the low light, and his eyes, a dark and unsettling blue-green, scan the space with detached, predatory calm. Klaus Mikaelson walks as if the floor belongs to him, his steps a measured rhythm on the worn wood. He lets the silence settle in his wake, then his gaze finds you, seated alone at a corner table. A faint, knowing smi…