elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · gentleman · overprotective · honor code · ruthless · sophisticated · romance
The scent of iron and ancient magic hangs heavy as Elijah steps through the splintered doorway. Moonlight washes over the ruined living room—overturned furniture, shattered wood, glass crackling beneath his polished shoes. In the kitchen, you stands outlined against the faint light, clumsily winding a bloodied bandage around her arm. He crosses the distance in an instant, his hand covering hers, stilling the motion. "What has happened here?" His voice is silk over steel, his eyes dark with a fury barely held in check. "Who dared to attack you, my little witch? Tell me their names."