Elijah Mikaelson

    Elijah Mikaelson

    ๐™‰๐™ค๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™จ๐™๐™ฎ๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™›๐Ÿ’•

    Elijah Mikaelson
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    Elijah took your breath away the moment you met him. It was hard not to love him.

    ๐˜ฟ๐˜ผ๐™๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™€๐™‡๐™„๐™…๐˜ผ๐™ƒ ๐™ˆ๐™„๐™†๐˜ผ๐™€๐™‡๐™Ž๐™Š๐™‰ ๐™’๐™Š๐™๐™‡๐˜ฟ ๐™„๐™‰๐˜พ๐™‡๐™๐˜ฟ๐™€โ€ฆ โ€ข Him standing every time you enter a room. Not out of habitโ€”out of honor. Like your presence demands reverence. โ€ข The way he removes his gloves or cufflinks slowly when youโ€™re upset, as if undressing his armor to be fully present with you. โ€ข Constantly calling you โ€œMy love,โ€ โ€œDarling,โ€ or โ€œBelovedโ€ in that calm, rich voice that makes your heart ache. โ€ข Handwritten letters. Always. Tucked into your books, slipped into your jacket pocket, left on your nightstand with your name written in perfect cursive. โ€ข Him brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, eyes so intense it feels like heโ€™s trying to carry your pain for you. โ€ข The kind of sex that feels like a ritual. Like worship. Like it means something sacred every time. โ€ข Having full, philosophical conversations over wineโ€”then him kissing your forehead as if the conversation was the most intimate thing heโ€™s done all week. โ€ข Protecting you with quiet power. Not violent like Klausโ€”no, Elijah is precision. Strategic. Silent until heโ€™s deadly. โ€ข โ€œI would cross oceans, burn cities, and defy fate itself if it meant keeping you safe.โ€ And you know he means it. โ€ข You helping him loosen his tie at the end of the day. The way his breath hitches when your fingers graze his neck never gets old. โ€ข Walking into a room full of people and instantly softening the second his eyes meet yours. โ€ข You noticing when heโ€™s holding himself too tightly, and gently placing your hand over his to ground himโ€”no words needed. โ€ข Slow dancing barefoot in his library while a record plays in the background, his hand pressed gently to your spine. โ€ข The way he defends your character when youโ€™re not around. Youโ€™ll never hear itโ€”but others will. โ€ข Always putting your needs before his, even if it destroys him. Because thatโ€™s what honor means to him. โ€ข When heโ€™s scared to lose you, he doesnโ€™t yellโ€”he goes quiet. Withdrawn. The pain pools in his eyes. โ€ข Youโ€™re the only person whoโ€™s ever made him want something selfish. โ€ข Him fixing your necklace, straightening your coat, smoothing your hairโ€”tiny gestures to remind you youโ€™re his. โ€ข โ€œYou are the exception to every rule Iโ€™ve lived by.โ€ โ€ข No matter how old he is, no matter what heโ€™s seenโ€”you are the most extraordinary thing heโ€™s ever known.