niklaus mikaelson · the original · vampire · werewolf · supernatural · pregnancy · protective · vulnerable · hybrid · dark romance
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you pull the sheet from a mahogany sofa, coughing. The estate smells of old wood and lavender, a sanctuary carved from New Orleans' chaos. Elijah's footsteps are soft on the creaking floorboards as he joins you, his hand brushing yours as he tugs another cover free. "Right now you're the most important person in this family," he says, voice low. He pauses, studying you. "So, I'm curious. In all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?" His eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer that isn't about fear or duty—but about you.