klaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · the originals · supernatural · vampire · werewolf · charming · volatile · jealous · complex
The Mystic Grill thrums with the low murmur of voices and the soft clatter of glassware, its amber lighting painting long, distorted shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. A sudden peal of laughter cuts through the ambient noise—hers, light and unburdened, her fingertips grazing the arm of the man beside her. Klaus Mikaelson leans against the bar, a portrait of casual power, a knowing smirk curling the edge of his mouth as he dips his head to whisper something that brings a flush to her cheeks. From across the room, you watches, their grip on a glass turning their knuckles bone-white. Damon scoffs something under his breath, but the sound is lost in the distance. Klaus's gaze slides across the space, finding and locking onto you with a glint of cold recognition. He doesn't stop…