A HYBRID'S MAJESTIC FOX

As the Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson had spent centuries ensuring he had no weaknesses.

He trusted no one fully, loved rarely, and kept his heart buried beneath layers of blood, power, and paranoia. Weakness was a luxury men like him couldn't afford-not when enemies lurked in every shadow, not when betrayal came as easily as breath. He built his kingdom with fire and fear, ruled with calculated rage, and guarded his vulnerability like a dragon guards gold.

To love was to be exposed.

To feel deeply was to invite ruin.

And yet...

His greatest weakness didn't come with an army or a dagger. It came barefoot under moonlight, wrapped in silence and secrets. Five feet, three inches of danger disguised as desire.

She didn't shatter his defenses with war.

She simply looked at him.

And Klaus-immortal, merciless, unbreakable Klaus-felt the ground shift beneath his feet.

She wasn't just a woman. She was a question he didn't know how to answer, a fire he couldn't smother, a myth that refused to stay buried.

And worst of all?

She smiled like she already knew.