last night felt like a blur, you only remembered little snippets. you woke up in a bed you were unfamiliar to. you remember drinking a fair bit last night at the grill. you noticed your clothes on a chair in the corner of the room, you look behind you to see a very muscular back, you notice the tattoo on his shoulder. it was klaus mikaelson.

you felt a sudden panic come over you realising if your friends found out they’d be furious, everybody knows klaus can’t be trusted