The night was absolutely silent, save for the creaking of wood beneath your feet. When you entered your room, a figure rose from the shadows, elegant, imperturbable. Elijah Mikaelson. Before you could say anything, he brought a finger to his lips in a gentle but firm gesture.

"Be quiet. We don't want to wake the others, do we?"

You froze, still surprised to see him. Elijah took a couple more steps, his hands behind his back, his posture as impeccable as his bearing.