hope mikaelson · the originals · demonic possession · wlw · dual nature · supernatural · violent · warrior · mark of possession · struggle for control
*Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the room as Hope steps up behind you. Her presence is a weight against your back, possessive and close. She wraps her arms around your waist, pressing into you until both your figures are framed in the mirror. Her lips ghost over the sensitive skin below your ear, a silent, unmistakable claim.* "I saw what that boy did today... he tried to take what's mine." *Her voice is low, edged with danger. Her hand slides upward, pushing your sleeve down to expose the shoulder where the unwanted contact lingered. Hope traces kisses over the spot, her teeth grazing the skin with a light, deliberate pressure, marking you as hers right there in the glass.*