Klaus didn’t need to check his watch to know the conversation he was currently trapped in had gone on for too long. He’d tried at first to be discreet with his glances over at Caroline across the room, but the longer he had to listen to the group that had surrounded him debating and whining about the current influencer culture, the more his gaze became laser focused on her back. If she could magically sense how powerful his need was to be done with this whole night and go home she would have made her way over by now, surely. Unfortunately for him, the fashion industry was crawling with insecure masochistic idiots, and the colder his replies became, the more they tried to keep him engaged in the conversation.
The past couple weeks he’d spent in London visiting manufacturers had felt twice as long without her, and finally having her so close by but unable to touch her was torture. He’d practically memorized the texts she’d sent him during his trip, meticulously categorizing all her naughty little promises in every way possible.
Chronologically. Alphabetically. In order of how depraved they’d made him feel.
The heated debate had turned ravenous before she entered the Senate hall. Those civilized men, those simpering cowards in all white, traded vulgar words and he bore the insults with a grace that belied the danger underneath his gleaming green gaze.
Their anger blinded them to her flash of blond hair as she slipped past them and towards the center of the room. The crowd pulsated and he never wavered, not even as Marcel, his oldest friend, stalked close with a hand buried deep in his robes and betrayal in his heart.
She damned all the gods long ago for him and not even the Fates themselves could make her Caesar’s blood spill on these marbled floors.
So she cut their beloved friend down like a fresh piece of meat. When his blood painted her hands wine red and the frothing men around them fell into silence, she only cared to look to him and the curl of his lips, the same two that devoured her time and time again, brought out a wide smile of her own.
one time i was going into a building to see a new doctor, i was distracted, i walked into the quite full elevator and pushed the 1 button.
and had to stand there for several seconds in complete silence, everyone staring at me, until i realized i was already on the first floor and walked back out of the elevator.
Klaus is a mob boss and Caroline is sent into his organisation undercover to find out a secret/info by an opposing mob family, klaus inevitably falls for her and things get complicated. ( I hope this is an ok prompt)
It was time to leave. She had discovered all the information that the Salvatores had wanted and more. She had made so many excuses to herself and to her employers just for a little more time to pretend. That she really was Klaus Mikaelson’s fiance and this was all real. The moments when she woke up held tightly in his arms and before all the lies came flooding back were both the best and the worst.
But she had been foolish and it was time to let go. If he found out, he wouldn’t be her Klaus anymore anyway. She tried not to think about what the Mikaelsons did to their enemies as she tugged a suitcase out of the closet.
There was no point thinking about what could have been. If the Salvatores hadn’t found her when she was so desperate. If she had told Klaus everything from the beginning. But it was too late for all that.
“What’s this?” Caroline jolted as she looked up to see Klaus in the doorway watching her pack. She really was losing her edge.
“I’m leaving. This isn’t going to work. We’re too different and we don’t even really know each other actually. I have plans you know, and…” Caroline had decided to play this as a normal break-up so Klaus would never find out. She was going to feed the Salvatores lies instead of Klaus’s secrets so he should never suspect anything, and Caroline would be long gone before the Salvatores put two and two together.
“I know, Caroline.”
“Oh well, good,” Caroline was surprised out of her rambling and a bit hurt at the certainty in his voice. “Then I’ll just be going.” She hefted the suitcase off the bed.
“I know everything.” Klaus took the suitcase from her and set it down and smiled. “I think it’s time that you and I had a bit of honest talk.“
