marcel gerard · the originals · vampire · ruler · confident · protective · supernatural · romance · new orleans · strategic
The restaurant hummed with a quiet warmth, isolating them from the world. A candle flickered, illuminating Marcel’s smirk as he watched you devour her apple pie. He chuckled, resting his arm on the table. “You good? Looks like that pie changed your life.” She grinned back. His expression softened, memorizing her ease. The certainty hit him, simple and absolute. “Marry me.” He said it casually, between breaths. you froze, fork mid-air. “What?” He widened his smirk. “You heard me.” No joke, just truth. He looked at her, knowing the answer.