Author’s note: This was written for week 3 of Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek - Crime. A chance meeting reveals a specific skillset that leads to a secret alliance — and possibly more.
Mystic Falls Hustle
It was hardly surprising to see a May-December couple at such an elegant event. Distinguished gentleman whose surnames carry such wealth and prestige cannot pass up the opportunity to adorn themselves with a shamefully young, sparkly little ornament. Although Caroline, the bubbly blonde at Mikael’s side had garnered the attention of many as she coyly showed the stoic CEO an impudent salsa step that pulled surprising barks of laughter from the merciless financial tycoon known as the “Hunter of Wall Street”.
Caroline’s ruby lips curved into a sultry pout as she teased, “Should I be flattered or insulted by your sons’ pickup lines?”
“Flattered, of course. And perhaps a touch mystified that any of my wayward progeny possessed good taste,” Mikael grumbled, throwing a dark look over Caroline’s bare shoulder at Niklaus, the most recent of his sons to attempt a crude introduction.
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