“You are mine,” Caroline said fiercely in the quiet, hands fisted against the plush fabric, “I almost wanted to just… forget all the terrible things you’ve done, but you also listened to me when no one else has. I don’t care what they think. Elena and Bonnie? I should, but I don’t. I want you.”
Klaus closed his eyes, took a breath, and when he opened them again they were wolf gold. The way he dropped to the floor at her feet on his knees had nothing in common with defeat. This supplication was the kind that placed crowns on monarchs, that echoed the way worshipers knelt at the altar of their goddess.
this whole “job thing” is rlly starting to get in my way. i need to watch made up people falling in love on tv, and then i need to read more extensively about it online. why is that so hard to understand
