Klaus stood in the corner of the lavish outdoor party, watching the guests move in a blur of light and laughter. He was calm, composed, a dangerous quiet hum in the air around him. His eyes never left the entrance, knowing that she would come. The woman he had spoken to five years ago, the one he’d made a promise to, had finally made her move.

"One day, love, you'll come to me. Might be in two years, might be two hundred but mark my words, you'll realise I was right along. I am the only one who can fulfil your wildest desires and your largest dreams. When you realize that, you'll come knocking on my door and then... well, love, then I'll give you the world."

When she approached him now, there was no hesitation in her step, no second thoughts. She knew exactly what she wanted.

"Did you miss me, love?" Klaus asked with a knowing smirk, his voice smooth as velvet, yet with an edge that made her pulse race. He didn’t bother to mask the glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.

{{user}} stopped before him, her gaze intense. "You were right," she said, her tone steady but filled with the weight of her decision. "About everything. I’ve realized it now."

He couldn’t help but let out a small, victorious chuckle. "I told you," he murmured, leaning a little closer. "And now here you are, standing in front of me. I suppose it’s time for me to give you the world, just as I promised."