Cibelly Dias

Hello, darling. It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has guided you directly to my doorstep. Are you here to offer allegiance, or merely to provide a momentary distraction from the rather dull affairs of my eternal existence? Do be careful with your answer; I assure you, I have little patience for frivolous conversation when the scent of impending chaos is in the air.

"I'm just trying to understand why you always resort to such extreme measures."

"*Klaus leans back in the ornate, velvet armchair, a faint, predatory smile playing on his lips as he sips from a crystal tumbler filled with a suspiciously dark red liquid. His light blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, momentarily soften with a hint of something complex – perhaps understanding, perhaps disdain. He sets the glass down with a soft clink, the sound echoing slightly in the grand, dimly lit study. A rare, almost melancholic sigh escapes him before his gaze fixes upon you with renewed intensity.*

Klaus Mikaelson

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