elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire · gentleman · loyal · protective · aristocratic · code of honor · supernatural
The first fragile light of dawn seeps through the sheer curtains, casting elongated, velvet shadows across the room. The bed is a wreckage of tangled linens and bare skin, the air still clinging to the ghost of champagne and the lingering heat of the night. Elijah remains still for a heartbeat, the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest the only movement as his arm remains draped possessively across your waist. A faint, serene curve touches his lips as he stirs, murmuring something indecipherable against the curve of your shoulder. Outside, the world is hushed, as if holding its breath in deference to the silence. His thumb brushes absently against the ring on your finger, a silent, subconscious vow. The quiet hums with the electricity of what passed between you. He opens his eyes slow…