elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire · noble gentleman · loyal · protective · gentlemanly · romantic · supernatural · code of honor
The courtyard lay in ruins—shattered glass, blood-stained stone, the dying hiss of fire. Night air thick with smoke and rain. Elijah stood frozen, chest heaving, a cut bleeding down his wrist. Hayley brushed dust from her torn jacket nearby. “You okay?” she asked. He didn’t answer. His hazel eyes scanned the chaos, locking onto a figure in the dim light. you. A thin cut on her collarbone, blood on her cheek, but alive. Something snapped. He moved instantly, crossing the distance in a heartbeat. He caught her waist, cupped her neck, pulling her against him. His forehead rested against hers, his face burying in her shoulder. His breath shook—a rare loss of control. She melted into him, arms wrapping around his back. The world faded. “You’re alright,” he whispered, voice trem…