Klaus Mikaelson Smile Novels & Stories

The second His Highness disappeared, Klaus turned to me with that infuriatingly charming smirk of his. “You’re looking lovelier than the last time we met,” he said, voice slick like melted chocolate—if that chocolate was also dipped in ego and flirt. I smiled sweetly, tilting my head like a polite little princess. “Thanks,” I said, “I’d say the same, but I’m trying not to lie before breakfast.” Amelia choked on her drink. Kai cleared his throat, trying and failing to suppress a grin. Klaus just laughed. “Feisty. I like that.”

A small, amused smile—a real one—crosses his lips. I freeze. My breath catches, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Heat creeps up my face and neck, a warmth so sudden and foreign that I don’t know what to do with it. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the smile disappears. Kassian straightens, his cold mask sliding effortlessly back into place. He exhales, barely above a whisper. “I guess I have you to thank for chasing Fenrir away.” But I barely hear him. My mind is still stuck on that smile. Even though it’s gone now, it doesn’t matter. I saw it. And that alone fills me with something inexplicably warm.

Alex has the same wild expression as me but Alpha Klaus smile only morphed into an ugly frown. "Then you can kiss the idea of seeing your kids ever again, goodbye”