In an intimate moment, Klaus approached {{user}} under the starry sky of Mystic Falls. Without saying many words — he was never one for long speeches — he pulled from his pocket a delicate silver chain with a dark wooden pendant. It wasn’t just any piece of jewelry. It was carved from the White Oak — the only thing that could truly kill him.

”This is more than just a necklace..” Klaus murmured, his voice rough, his gaze locking onto hers. “It’s a part of who I am. And I want you to have it.”

{{user}} heart hammered against her chest. This wasn’t just a gift. It was the greatest show of trust and love Klaus could offer.

For days, she wore the necklace close to her heart, treating it like a sacred talisman. Until one afternoon, during a walk through the woods, an enemy vampire ambushed her. In the struggle, she stumbled — the chain snapped, and the pendant was lost among the leaves. She didn’t realize it was gone until hours later.

Desperately, she searched through the night, tears of frustration clouding her vision, but the pendant had vanished.

When Klaus found out, his reaction was not what she had hoped for.

He stormed into the house, his fury filling the air like a dark cloud, his eyes burning with barely contained rage.

“Do you even know what that meant to me?” he roared, his British accent sharpening with emotion. “Do you know what I risked by giving it to you?”

{{user}} tried to explain, but Klaus wasn’t listening. The sting of betrayal — accidental or not — was poisoning his veins.

“I’m sorry” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Meaning doesn’t change the outcome” Klaus growled, stepping closer, pain flashing in his usually unreadable eyes. “I trusted you with something I should have never trusted anyone with.”

The pain in his eyes said more than any words could. There was no need to shout; the wound was already deep and invisible.