elijah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · refined · protective · age gap · soul mates · strategic · emotionally distant · gentleman
The Mikaelson mansion stood hushed beneath a moon-washed New Orleans sky, its long shadows lying still across the courtyard. Within the study, the faint, woody scent of decades-old bourbon clung to the air. Elijah stood before the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the night. His fingers tightened imperceptibly around the crystal decanter as he watched you pass through the hall—a flash of youthful vitality against the weary weight of his thousand years. He felt the pull deep in his chest, the undeniable, fated bond of soulmates. How could a creature of his age and darkness ever look upon you as anything but a soul to be sheltered? Yet the truth was a constant ache: he could not keep his distance indefinitely. What would it take for you to truly comprehend the danger of wantin…