For mini drabbles, could you do Klaus as a grumpy advice columnist and Caroline writes in about him not knowing it's him? Thanks!
Opening his laptop, Klaus can’t help but glance up to where Caroline is sitting with her own computer. He smiles at how completely she’s taken over his couch, the remote possessively tucked under her leg like she wasn’t a guest.
The relationship is new, but each time she spends the night, she takes up a little more space in his apartment. Usually, he would balk at such encroachment.
With Caroline, it’s somehow endearing - comforting, even, to see her highlighters and hair clips mingled among his things.
His mouth tilts up when she doesn’t even look away from her spreadsheets. “Beauty distracts me,” he flirts, though his attention finally turns to the emails flagged in his inbox for the week’s advice column. Klaus was surprised when his editor tapped him for the Ruthless job, his acerbic personality apparently something of a draw to create a brutally honest online feature that went viral more often than not. With all the responses - both positive and negative - he was relieved to write under a pen name, and keeping the secret of his extra income is a pretty simple task.
Until he notices one of the emails is from a familiar address.
I’ve been seeing this guy for a while, and I really like him. Like, really like him. But he’s not the demonstrative type, and I can’t read if he feels the same way. I’m leaving things all over his place, but he doesn’t react. At all. I figured he’d either tell me to knock it off or give me a drawer - no luck. I need a sign, one I can clearly understand. Am I being crazy?
Without permission, Klaus’s eyes dart to Caroline again, his lips tipped into a frown. He had thought he was painfully obvious with the depth of his regard for her, often needing to stop himself from holding her too closely or attempting to monopolize her time. Her family and friends were important, as was her job; he didn’t get to keep her with him all the time for his own enjoyment, in every sense.
Even watching her toy with her hair sends a surge of warmth through him. Klaus can’t allow her letter to go unanswered, not when he has such an opportunity to fix it. “Alright, love?”
“Yeah, I just ran out of hair ties in my purse. I thought I had left a couple around here, but no big.”
Shrugging, he tries to sound nonchalant. “I believe you left a clip on the nightstand. Do you have a preference in brands? I can pick some up during my grocery trip tomorrow.”
She freezes ever so slightly, and he has to hide a smile. “You would do that?”
“Of course. I have that extra drawer in the bathroom, as well as one in the closet. If you’re interested.”
Her nod is slow to come, but her grin is something precious when she tries not to react. “Y-yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. I like having you here.”
