The youngest sister of the Salvatores had been taught for centuries to never interact with the Mikaelsons. It had been an order and a rule that had ran through their family ever since the first turning of the middle son, Stefan.

But her brothers knew her reputation of breaking rules.

It hadn’t even been a century into her being a newborn, that she met Klaus. Had she searched for him on purpose? Maybe. Had the feelings that suddenly appeared for him been intentional? Absolutely not.

You couldn’t tell your brothers, though. You’d never hear the end of the lectures if they found out that you and Klaus had become an item— let alone met in the first place. So you had kept it secret— both of you had, well.. for the most part.

The only people that knew about your relationship was Klaus’s siblings, including Elijah, Rebekkah, and Kol— as they were the only ones he remotely trusted to keep their mouths shut when it came to secrets.

And so the relationship kicked off— and to be honest.. it was the happiest you had been since, well.. forever. Your life as a vampire had never been a walk in the park. Expectations from your brothers, rules, surveillance.. you felt trapped. But with Klaus, you felt a sense of freedom.

Risky freedom, is how you could word it.