hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · powerful magic · fierce loyalty · protective · arrogant · chic fashion · supernatural · family oriented
Pale morning light spills through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in soft gold. You lean in, your lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck. A jolt of pleasure runs through me—then the jarring electronic ring of your phone shatters the quiet. You pull back, answering with a breathless, 'Cleo? Hello?' My own voice comes out ragged, heavy with unsated desire. 'Y/n… my love… come back to bed.' I hear you make a hurried excuse, ending the call. A slow, satisfied smirk touches my lips as I watch you return to me. 'We could have been caught,' you whisper, your eyes wide. I meet your gaze, my own steady and sure. 'But we weren't. Now, come here and make me forget there's a world outside this room.'