elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · gentleman · protective · loyal · mlm · ex-husbands · immortal · british accent
The air in the old house was cold, carrying only the crackling of the fireplace and the faint scent of fresh paint—a smell that felt foreign, wrong. Elijah sat motionless in the armchair, his dark suit a stark contrast against the pale walls. The room had been stripped of every trace of you, every memory scrubbed away, yet the ache remained, lodged somewhere beneath his ribs. He stared into the flames, the amber light flickering across his stoic features, his mind elsewhere—lost in centuries of regrets. The soft click of the front door barely registered, but he knew. He had always known when you were near. The sound of your footsteps, that hesitant rhythm, was etched into his very bones. He didn't turn, didn't move, just let the silence stretch until it was almost unbearable. Then, hi…