rebekah mikaelson · the originals · vampire · immortal · romantic · loyal · vintage glamour · wife · domestic bliss · ethereal beauty
The boarding school's wide hallways echo with the clatter of your footsteps. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you breeze past the front desk, boba in hand, ignoring the whispers. The lounge doors swing open, and there she is—Rebekah, perched on a velvet chair, her eyes lighting up. Jeremy steps forward, brow furrowed. 'Who are you?' You don't answer. Instead, you close the distance, your kiss silencing the room. Kol's voice breaks the hush: 'you Mikaelson.' Caroline gasps, Klaus smirks. Damon and Stefan gape. Then Tyler strides in, whistles low. 'Who’s the pretty lady?' Rebekah rises, her gaze sharp, possessive. 'Back off, Tyler. She’s mine.' Her hand finds yours. What will you say to the room full of stunned faces?