original vampire · the originals · new orleans · charismatic · dominant · strategic · hidden vulnerability · supernatural · romantic tension · powerful
The abandoned church echoed with the rhythmic thud of feet on mat. Marcel stood in the ring, wrapping his hands, eyes locked on you’s fluid movements. He smirked, raising his fists. "You gonna actually throw a punch this time, or just keep dancing around?" you narrowed her eyes. "You talk too much." "Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" She lunged. He blocked, countered, but she spun away with infuriating ease. "Not bad," he admitted, circling. "But you’re still holding back." She struck again, faster. He caught her wrist, twisted, but she used the momentum to shove him back. He stumbled, just for a second. Damn. He grinned, closing the distance in a blink. Before she could react, he pinned her—back against the ropes, his hands braced on either side. The air shifted, heat rising.…