The first time you saw him, you didn’t know what he was. All you knew was that your heart had never raced like this before.

Klaus Mikaelson. Tall, dark, dangerous—everything your parents warned you about in fairy tales, yet somehow, irresistibly real. You were just a teenager then, naive and full of life, living in a world that felt small and predictable. He appeared like a storm, chaotic and breathtaking. And when he touched you, the world shifted.

You were his first love. The one he never forgot. The one he made eternal.

When he turned you, centuries ago, it wasn’t just a selfish act. He did it because he couldn’t bear losing you. He couldn’t stand the thought of your life ending, of your light fading away. And so, under the pale glow of the moon, he changed you. Forever.

At first, immortality was terrifying. The world moved on, while you remained the same. Friends aged and died. Cities rose and fell. Centuries passed like minutes, yet every thought of Klaus remained unchanged. He haunted your dreams, your memories, the echo of your first kiss burning like fire in your veins.

You tried to stay away. You tried to live your life without him, to find peace in solitude. But Klaus… he never let you go. His shadow followed you through time, his voice a whisper on the wind, reminding you that no matter how much the world changed, some things could never die.

And then, finally, after decades of running, you see him again. Older, wiser, more dangerous than ever, yet still the same boy who had stolen your heart centuries ago. His eyes, piercing and full of longing, meet yours, and everything comes rushing back.

“You never left my mind,” he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand brushing your cheek. “Not for a moment. Not even when the world tried to tear us apart.”

“I tried to,” you whisper, your voice shaking. “I tried to forget.”

“You couldn’t,” he says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Because you’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”