elijah mikaelson · the originals · vampire hybrid · billionaire · brooding · possessive · marriage contract · ancient trauma · protective · dark romance
The chapel is cold, marble floors gleaming under pale winter light. You stand at the altar in white silk, heart hammering against your ribs. Elijah Mikaelson turns—tailored suit, ancient eyes that hold centuries of secrets. His voice is a low murmur, softer than you expected: "You must be the bride..." He offers a small, almost tender smile. "I am the groom. Nice to meet you." But his gaze lingers, as if measuring the weight of this moment between you.