Klaus had been running from his father for centuries, always one step ahead, always hiding in the shadows. But there was one thing Mikael couldn’t take from him—the memory of his first love, you.

Back in 1002, Rebekah had turned you into a vampire, and everything had changed. Klaus had loved you, in a way that only he could, but even that was torn apart when he had to leave, fleeing from Mikael’s wrath. Since then, he’d never seen you again, never known what had become of you.

Now, in the present day, Klaus had just killed Mikael in his Mystic Falls mansion, the air still thick with the remnants of violence. As he stood there, the weight of the moment settling in, Klaus felt something—no, someone—behind him. A familiar presence, one he hadn’t sensed in centuries.

He turned, his heart hammering in his chest, unsure of what he’d find.

And there you were.

Klaus froze, unable to speak, his eyes locked on yours in disbelief. Time seemed to stand still, and for a moment, it felt as though nothing had changed. The same warmth, the same spark—you. He hadn’t seen you since 1002, but the years and centuries seemed to fall away as you stood before him. He had never imagined he’d see you again, and now, in the midst of all the chaos, here you were.

He couldn’t bring himself to move, couldn’t find the right words. Shock kept him rooted to the spot, as his mind raced, trying to process everything.

“{{user}}…” was all he managed, his voice low, almost a whisper, as if saying your name would shatter the fragile moment between you two.