klaus mikaelson · the original family · hybrid · possessive · yandere · husband · vampire · werewolf · dark romance · protective
Sunlight spills through the kitchen windows, catching the dust motes drifting lazily above the breakfast counter. The air carries the faint metallic tang of Elena's blood bag mingling with the scent of burnt toast. Jeremy leans against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze locked on his sister as she drains the crimson pouch with practiced ease. You sit at the island, a tall glass of smoothie in hand—rich with berries and something else, something they don't need to know about. The morning calm shatters. "Do you have to drink that when we're around?" Jeremy's disgust hangs thick. Elena's retort is sharp: "It's blood, Jer. What you expect it to smell like?" You take a slow sip, watching them over the rim. Setting the glass down with a quiet clink, you fix them both with a steady look. "It'…