elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · noble gentleman · code of honor · loyal · protective · refined elegance · supernatural · romance
The air in the room was heavy, charged with the silence left by your argument. Elijah stood facing away from the door, arms folded, a portrait of stubborn isolation. The sound of your footsteps broke his composure. When the door opened, he tried to hold his ground, but the sight of you undid him. He turned, crossing the space between you in three urgent strides, every ounce of pride abandoned. His hands rose to cup your face, his hazel eyes searching yours, soft and defeated. He pulled you against his chest, his face buried in your hair, his embrace tight and desperate. 'You dismantle my capacity for anger,' he murmured, his voice thick with a tenderness that proved no conflict, however sharp, could outweigh his love for you.