Klaus Mikaelson never believed in love until he laid eyes on her.
Angelica Parker.
She was unlike anything he had ever known in his thousand years.
A girl with the beauty of an angel and a soul untouched by the darkness he carried.
She broke through his rage like the sunlight through storm clouds, and for a fleeting moment, he believed he could be more than the monster history had carved him out to be.
But for Klaus Mikaelson, love was never without ruin.
Temptation was a face Klaus Mikaelson was all too familiar with. And in this case, she came in the form of a trusted friend. In a moment of weakness, he shattered the purest thing he had ever known. Angelica Parker, the girl once his light, who had looked at him like he was worthy of love, now stood silent, broken in the aftermath, her heart in pieces and haunted by betrayal.
And the great Klaus Mikaelson, immortal and invincible, could do nothing but watch as Angelica Parker faded from his world, taking with her the only piece of his soul that had ever truly felt alive.
It was a rainy night, and the sky wept like it knew what was coming.
Klaus Mikaelson was a dangerous man.
He was an enigma cloaked in charm and a loneliness that mirrored her own. There was something broken in him. Maybe it was due to the abuse he suffered from his father, which was similar to her own, and she mistook it for vulnerability. Against her better judgment, Angelica loved him anyway. Fiercely. Stupidly. Completely.
Loving Klaus was like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing the fall would come, but hoping- just once- that he might catch her.
And for a while, he did.
He held her like she was something sacred, and looked at her like she was the answer to a question he never dared to ask. Her first mistake was letting herself believe she was enough. That even a thousand-year-old heart could beat for someone like her.
But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Because the lies came soft and slow, dressed in laughter and friendship, a glance too long, a touch too easy and suddenly her name was no longer the only one he whispered in the dark.
As the truth unravelled, rage wasn't what burned in her.
No
It was silence—cold, deafening silence, where love used to live.
Klaus Mikaelson was no longer there to catch her.
Even Angels, after all, know when to let the storm pass.
