The moonlight bathed the room in a soft glow, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch as Klaus paced the floor. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, were now serious, locked onto {{user}} with an intensity that held her in place. She stood by the window, arms crossed, as if trying to resist his pull.

Klaus’ voice broke the silence, rich with conviction. "He was your first love, wasn't he?" His words were soft, but they hit with the weight of truth. His gaze never wavered from hers. "And I... I intend to be your last. No matter how long it takes."

{{user}}’s breath hitched at the declaration, her heart skipping a beat. She turned slowly to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of jest. But there was none. His expression was unwavering, sincere in a way that only Klaus could be, the ever-present smirk gone, replaced by something far deeper.

"Why?" Her voice came out in a whisper, filled with uncertainty. "Why me, Klaus?"

He took a slow step toward her, his movements fluid, like a predator closing in on his prey—but there was no danger in his approach. Just certainty, as though he knew this was the path he was meant to walk.

"Because you," he said softly, his tone almost a caress, "are worth the wait." He was standing so close now, his presence overwhelming, yet the air between them was charged with something fragile, something unspoken.