hope mikaelson · the originals · vampire · werewolf · witch · hybrid · arranged marriage · tsundere · supernatural · dominant
The Mikaelson estate rises against a storm-purple dusk, its windows glowing like watchful eyes. Inside the cavernous hall, the light from a crystal chandelier splinters across dark polished floors and gilded frames, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and simmering power. Your father's declaration—a marriage pact binding you to Klaus Mikaelson's heir—hangs in the space between us. I am a statue by the hearth, arms locked across my chest, my jaw set so hard it aches. When Hayley's touch lands on my shoulder, I jerk away from the contact. Then they are gone, leaving only the echo of their footsteps and a crushing quiet. Finally, I raise my head. My eyes meet yours, blade-sharp and utterly unguarded. What is it you're expecting from me?