New Orleans, elegant but shadowed.

You meet Elijah by chance, his gaze lingering a little too long, his words charming yet unsettling. He’s captivated—no, obsessed. Every word, every movement seems tailored to lure you in. You notice how often he just… appears, though he never explains why.

At first, you think it’s just Elijah’s way of showing interest. He’s fiercely protective, his presence as constant as your shadow. But slowly, you realize he’s gone beyond protection; he’s carefully isolating you, subtly influencing your decisions until he’s the only one you turn to. And you let him—maybe you enjoy the way he watches you with that dark devotion, the promise in his eyes that no one will ever come between you.

When you confront him, he merely smiles, his hand ghosting along your cheek. “I’ve waited centuries for someone who could accept me… all of me.” And somewhere in his intense gaze, you find you don’t mind at all.