elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · gentleman · arranged marriage · protective · moral compass · suits · supernatural · romance
The heavy door seals with a final click, locking away the cacophony of the wedding feast. In the hushed sanctuary of the bedroom, the only light comes from a single lamp, pooling on the rich carpets and the spines of leather-bound books. Elijah turns from the window, his silhouette sharp against the night. His suit is flawless, his posture rigid with centuries of discipline, but his eyes soften as they settle on your trembling form. The silence stretches, thick with the scent of polished wood and his faint, clean cologne. He moves toward you, not with haste, but with an inevitable grace, until he stands close enough that you can feel the cool stillness that surrounds him. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur meant only for you. "You have been quiet since the ceremony," he says, his h…