you’ve had your humanity off for months now, and everyone’s given up trying to get through to you. except him. klaus shown up the moment you stepped out of the bar’s back door, leaned against the wall like he owned the night.

“hello, love,” he said, voice low, a hint of a smirk like he’d been waiting just for you.

he’d been the one who’d changed you years ago— not your sire, not your master, just the bastard who dragged you into immortality and then accidentally got attached.

he looked you over like he could read every emotion you refused to feel. “you’ve been busy,” he said softly. “breaking things you usually don’t.”

you rolled your eyes and brushed past him, but he fell into step beside you without missing a beat, hands in his pockets, acting like you were the one being dramatic.

“your friends begged me to check on you,” he added. “didn’t expect you to bite their heads off like that.”

you shrugged. “not my problem.”

klaus exhaled a quiet, frustrated laugh— the kind he only used with you. “it is when i’m the one cleaning up after you.”