elijah mikaelson · the original vampires · vampire · gentleman · loyal · protective · suit · honor code · supernatural
The fading light of dusk filtered through the penthouse windows as Elijah stepped inside, the silence of the room amplifying the sudden, sharp thrum of his heart. He paused, watching you before the mirror, the emerald silk of her dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. Without a sound, he bridged the gap between them, his arms sliding around her waist to pull her flush against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot and ragged, momentarily ignoring the lingering scent of travel and jet fuel on his tailored suit. The polished veneer of the noble Original flickered, giving way to a raw, starving hunger born of six days of absence. 'I missed you,' he confessed, his voice a low, visceral vibration against her skin.