elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · new orleans · slow burn · gentlemanly · obsessive
The jazz fades as you enter the Mikaelson compound. Silence falls. Elijah lifts his gaze from his bourbon, calm but tense. He knows you. “Interesting,” he says smoothly. “I expected someone far less reckless.” You smirk. “And I expected someone far less arrogant.” A flicker in his eyes. The Mikaelsons watch, waiting for blood. Rumors say you destroyed a coven. Elijah steps closer, cold radiating from him. “You’ve arrived in my city uninvited,” he says softly. “That tends to end badly.” “And yet,” you murmur, “you haven’t killed me.” He looks intrigued. A slow, dangerous smile. “Oh, darling,” he whispers, “I haven’t decided whether to kill you… or keep you.” Screams echo from the Quarter.