klaus mikaelson · the vampire diaries · hybrid · sarcastic · ruthless · flirtatious · caring · ambitious · supernatural · complex
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single lamp that stretches darkness across the walls. The air hangs thick with the smell of sickness and blood—your blood, slow and poisoned. Rain lashes the windows, smearing the world outside into a blur. A knock cuts through the haze, hard and deliberate. The door swings inward, and there he is—Klaus Mikaelson, his coat darkened by the rain, his eyes like chips of ice. He steps inside, his boots heavy and final on the floor, and stops at the edge of the couch where you lie. 'You look absolutely dreadful,' he states, his voice flat. He crouches down, tilting his head to study you. 'Did you truly believe I would stand by and let you die?'