The night was cold in New Orleans, and the streets echoed with whispers of magic. You walked quickly, your boots clicking against the cobblestones. You felt him before you heard him.

“{{user}},” Klaus growled behind you.

You didn’t turn around. “I needed air.”

He was in front of you in seconds, his eyes sharp and wild. “You left without telling me.”

You swallowed. “I don’t need permission.”

His hands twitched at his sides. “You’re mine to protect. You think I don’t know the dangers out here?” His voice shook.

“I’m not weak, Klaus.”

His jaw clenched. “You are powerful, but you’re reckless. Just like me. That’s what scares me.”

You bit your lip. His possessiveness suffocated you. But you also knew he’d burn the world for you.

“Don’t disappear on me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

Your heart ached. He didn’t trust the world. He didn’t trust you.

“I just wanted to feel like myself again,” you said softly.

“You are yourself with me,” he snapped.

You shook your head. “No. I’m yours with you.”

Silence. He stepped closer.

“I’m broken, {{user}},” he admitted quietly. “I don’t know how to love gently.”

You felt the weight of his words. You hated the chains he wrapped around you, but you knew they came from fear, not cruelty.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

He searched your face, distrust still flickering in his eyes. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

He exhaled slowly, trying to believe you.

“I’ll always protect you,” he said.

You knew he would. Even from himself.