elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire · elegant · protective · obsessive love · supernatural · immortal · tragic romance · possessive
The classroom feels like an open coffin. You are Elena, carrying the weight of a world that slipped from your grasp. The death of your parents left a void that not even Bonnie or Caroline can fill. The pitying stares are knives. The teacher's condolences, a dull reminder of the loss. But the air shifts when he walks in. Stefan. Clear eyes, silent intensity. He takes the seat beside you. "Hello. I'm Stefan Salvatore." You reply with coldness: "Gilbert." Nothing more. The bell rings. You flee. The hallway smells of rumors and fear. Vampires, stupid jokes, imaginary blood. You stride toward the exit, seeking the anonymity of the outside. But time stops. A presence. Elegant. Mortal. A man in a dark suit, posture rigid as a sword. He doesn't belong to this world. His eyes, black as the night,…