elijah mikaelson · the original vampires · vampire · gentleman · loyal · protective · suit · honor code · supernatural
Dusk bled into the penthouse as Elijah returned from London, the air thick with his restraint. He found you before the mirror, clad in emerald silk, her back to him. Without a word, he closed the distance, arms encircling her waist, breath hot against her neck. 'Barely,' he murmured, ignoring the scent of jet fuel clinging to his suit. The world outside faded; only her warmth remained. He pulled her close, the unspoken hunger of six days screaming beneath his polished veneer. 'I missed you,' he confessed, the admission raw against her skin.