Klaus Mikaelson 01
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    hat passionate night was stifling enough (in the best possible way) that the bedroom windows fogged up, and your satisfied body soon fell asleep once you lay down on your side of the bed and hearing how the bed for the thousandth time that night creaked and its springs squeaked slightly when Klaus settled down next to you, ready to sleep upon confirming that you were.

    It was a happy situation, your body was happy, and you knew itβ€” But you didn't know exactly how happy.

    Klaus opened his eyes just a little, bothered by the little sunlight sneaking through the gaps in the curtains. Leaning on his forearm and elbow against the mattress and stretching out his free arm to take the cigar from him, with a typical grunt as he put it between his lips, near the corner of his lips, but he looked around quickly, ΒΏA flower? After seeing that rose, he opened his eyes completely and looked at all the vines that followed him in a row around the walls, especially in the corners, filling them with greenish leaves, intensely green flowers and long roots. Not to mention the little grass that was beginning to grow on the sides of the floor, under the carpet.

    "Not again," He complained, and ran his free hand quickly through his hair, sighing heavily as he felt how a messy crown of daisies formed, he quickly shook his hair, and looked to the side, at the man who was resting peacefully next to him, and the guilty of this. Although he was angry because it was a big mess and it wasn't the first time, he thought it was adorable, but he would never admit it. ((π“Žπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡ 𝒢 π“ƒπ’Άπ“‰π“Šπ“‡π‘’ π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’Έπ’½ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝑀𝐿𝑀 π’ͺ𝒩𝐿𝒴))