Klaus knew it was coming. He could feel the tightening in his chest, warning him. His gaze was a void, planted on your shaking figure as you held documentation up. Tears glued to the corner of your eyes. While he was gone you snooped through his study, finding the unthinkable. He wished he could make this all go away, hug you and tell you he’s sorry. But an ’im sorry’ wouldn’t fix this.

“{{user}}..” he finally muttered, his voice rough and uneven.

You didn’t let him finish. The stack of documents flew from your hands, papers scattering everywhere, hitting him with force that made him flinch. His heart split as you stormed towards him, a sob rough and raw leaving the back of your throat.

“You lied to me!” Your voice cracked, slamming your fist down on his chest, again and again. The strikes weren’t hard, but Klaus stood there and took his punishment, one he believed he deserved.

“I know,” he replied quietly, a soft heartbroken whisper. He could feel his eyes begin to sting. Standing there motionless as you pounded on his chest with all your force.

“You said you loved me!” You screamed, tears gushing from your eyes like a waterfall. A broken sob fell, your blows pleading him for some sort of explanation. Klaus gave none. He had no excuse.

Klaus cracked for a moment, hearing you question his love for you made his chest tighten. For the first time in your four years of ‘happy marriage’ he showed but a slither of vulnerability. “I do.”

The words fell on deaf ears, after what you saw the possibility of him ever have loving you was impossible.

Who knew it was all a facade. Klaus never thought you’d find the documents entailing all his previous lives, names, missions. Who knew you were just another target this spy had to eliminate.