His Angel - Klaus Mikaelson

The perpetual twilight of Mystic Falls felt both familiar and strangely alien to Kaitlyn. After 146 years on the move, always one step ahead of those who might question her agelessness, she had finally returned to the place she once called home. The town hadn't changed much; the same quaint storefronts, the same ancient trees, and the familiar scent of damp earth after a summer rain. She hoped for quiet, for a few peaceful years before the urge to flee inevitably resurfaced.

But peace, it seemed, was a luxury Mystic Falls no longer afforded. Her phone's insistent ringing shattered the morning calm, pulling her from a restless sleep. It was Matt, chastising her for missing the Founder's Day parade setup. Kaitlyn groaned, the irony not lost on her. She, who had witnessed countless Founder's Days, was now late for one. Little did she know, this small inconvenience was just the beginning of a cascade of events that would pull her into a world far more complex and dangerous than she had ever imagined, a world where the supernatural wasn't a myth, but a chilling reality she was inextricably linked to.