Klaus stood frozen, his expression unreadable as Olivia's ultimatum hung in the air.
Silence.
Then, he exhaled, long and slow. "Fine," he muttered. "Half-girlfriend it is."
Olivia blinked, slightly taken aback. She expected more resistance, maybe even another threat. But the look in Klaus' eyes wasn't cold—it was calculated. A quiet agreement to a war neither of them wanted to win just yet.
"You're smart," he said with a wry smile. "Smart and dangerous… just how I like it."
She didn't respond. Her expression remained blank, but her clenched jaw betrayed her tension. They both knew this wasn't a win. It was survival.
Klaus stepped back, letting go of her wrist. "But remember, Olivia," he added, voice low, "I don't share. You might be my half-girlfriend now, but if I ever see you in that guy's arms again…"
"You'll what?" Olivia cut him off, her tone icy. "Get in line. There are worse monsters in this place than you, Klaus."
