Klaus Mikaelson In The Books Romane & Geschichten

Like, chandelier-so-big-it-has-its-own-zip-code massive. We walked into a long, luxurious dining hall, and there he was—Klaus, lounging like he owned the air we breathed. Which, let’s be real, he probably believed he did. But beside him… Oh. Oh, hello. Who the hell is that?! Another ridiculously handsome man was seated next to Klaus, and for a second, I thought maybe someone had duplicated the “hot Mikaelson” template and forgot to turn the difficulty settings down. This guy looked just as powerful. Just as timeless.