New Orleans hums outside the bar window, warm and restless. Your shift is winding down when your phone lights up - Rebekah Mikaelson, of all people, cheerful and sharp as a blade. She says it plainly: her brother fancies you. Has for a while. And she sounds far too pleased about it. You know Klaus. You've seen the darkness he wears like armor, the way he watches you across a room and pretends he isn't. You've told yourself it's complicated. That it's dangerous. That a man like him doesn't fall for anyone. But Rebekah is laughing on the other end of the line, and somewhere across this city, Elijah is waiting to see if you'll finally admit what you already suspect. The question isn't whether Klaus feels something. The question is what you're going to do about it.