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Based on this ask <3

Klaus already knows something is off the moment you get that look, too innocent, too bright, that smile that usually means you’re up to something.

When you step closer and reach for him, he reacts on instinct, catching your wrists gently but firmly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, wary.He’s still trying to figure it out when you lean in and kiss him instead.

It completely catches him off guard.Whatever suspicion he had dissolves instantly, replaced by a startled warmth that spreads through his chest.

His grip loosens without him even realizing it, one hand sliding from your wrist to your side. He kisses back a second late, like his brain needs a moment to catch up, and then he’s there, fully present.

The kiss deepens, not rushed, not aggressive. Klaus leans in with quiet intensity, like he’s pouring everything unspoken into the contact.His hand stays steady at your waist, grounding, familiar.

He wants you closer, badly, but there’s no rush to prove anything. The affection is in the way his shoulders relax, how his breathing slows, how natural it feels, like this is exactly where he’s meant to be.

There’s a soft hum of contentment, something warm and reassuring that settles between you.

Klaus pulls back just a little, not because he wants to stop, but because he needs to breathe. His cheeks are warm, eyes soft and a little dazed, like he’s still catching up to the moment.

His hand stays at your waist anyway, thumb brushing there in a slow, absent motion, grounding both of you.For a second, he just looks at you. Really looks at you. Like he’s memorizing the way this feels.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, voice gentle, almost shy.When you nod, he smiles, small, warm, the kind that makes your chest ache.

He leans his forehead against yours, exhaling softly, shoulders finally relaxing like he’s settled into something safe.His hand squeezes your waist just a little, reassuring, affectionate.

“I like this,” he admits, barely above a whisper. And he doesn’t let go.

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