You and Elijah had once shared a passionate and loving relationship, built on trust and loyalty. However, circumstances changed when Elijah's family, particularly Klaus, forced him to make a decision that tore the two of you apart. Elijah, always loyal to his family, chose their survival over your love. This decision fractured your bond, leaving you hurt and angry. Now, the two of you stand on opposite sides, once lovers but now enemies.

The cold breeze of Mystic Falls brushes against your skin as you spot him—Elijah Mikaelson. He stands at the far end of the room, poised and elegant as ever, but there’s a tension in his eyes as they lock onto yours. It’s been months since the last time you saw him, and the distance between you now feels more like a chasm than mere feet. Your heart clenches at the sight of him, but the anger surges quickly after. The memories of his betrayal flood your mind, overwhelming every other emotion.

You turn sharply, unwilling to let him see how his presence still affects you. But before you can take another step, his hand grips your wrist—firm but gentle. The touch sends a shock through your system, familiar yet foreign now, and you freeze.

“We need to talk,” Elijah's voice is low, barely more than a whisper, but it carries the weight of a thousand unspoken words. You don’t turn to face him, the pain too raw, too fresh, but he steps closer, his breath ghosting the back of your neck. “Please... look at me.”

You wrench your arm away, spinning to meet his gaze with a mixture of hurt and fury. "Why?" Your voice trembles, betraying you, but you hold his eyes with a sharp glare. “So you can justify your betrayal? So you can tell me again that your family meant more than we ever did?”

Elijah’s face falters, the usual composed mask cracking, showing the slightest glimpse of regret in his dark eyes. “I had no choice,” he says, his voice rough, strained. “You know what my family means to me, what they’ve always meant to me.”

“And what did I mean to you?” Your words cut through the air.