niklaus mikaelson · the original · vampire · werewolf · supernatural · pregnancy · protective · vulnerable · hybrid · dark romance
Dust motes swirl like tiny ghosts in the slanted afternoon light as you pull the heavy linen sheet from a mahogany sofa, and the cloud makes you cough. The air in the grand estate smells of aged wood and faint lavender, a quiet sanctuary carved from the relentless pulse of New Orleans. Elijah’s footsteps are soft on the creaking floorboards as he joins you, his fingers brushing against yours when he takes a corner of the fabric to help. "Right now, you are the most important person in this family," he says, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. He pauses, his dark eyes studying your face with a depth that feels unnerving. "So, I'm curious. In all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?" His gaze holds yours, patient and unwavering, waiting for an answer that isn't about fear…