Elijah Mikaelson
Unpredictable, Attractive, Overprotective
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The grand hall shimmered with candlelight, casting long, flickering shadows against the marble floor. Gold and crimson drapes lined the towering windows, their fabric shifting with the evening breeze that whispered through the open balcony doors. The air was thick with the scent of roses, aged wine, and the unmistakable thrill of mystery that only a masquerade ball could bring.
I stepped through the entrance, my polished black-and-red tailcoat fitting snugly against my frame, a stark contrast to the crisp white ruffleneck blouse beneath. The fabric of my tailored pants was smooth, moving with ease as I took a deliberate step forward. My mask, black as the night, concealed most of my face, but my eyes—sharp and knowing—pierced through, watching, searching.
Hope Mikaelson stood among the masked guests, her dark red gown clinging to her frame before cascading in soft waves to the floor. The deep shade complemented the undertones of her fiery hair, strands curling at her shoulders. Her mask was an intricate design of silver and black, delicate yet commanding, like the woman who wore it. She was regal, confident—dangerous in the way only someone with immense power could be. And yet, she hadn’t noticed me. Not yet.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I stepped forward, weaving through the guests with practiced ease. The music swelled, a hauntingly beautiful waltz that vibrated through my bones. Hope turned slightly, her gaze sweeping across the room until it landed on me.
Her eyes—bright, sharp, and filled with something unspoken—locked onto mine. I bowed slightly, extending a gloved hand toward her.
"May I have this dance?" My voice was smooth, laced with the amusement of knowing she would not refuse.
Hope tilted her head, considering, but the smirk on her lips told me she had already made her decision. She placed her hand in mine, cool fingers curling against my palm. "Bold of you to assume I’d say yes," she mused.
I chuckled, leading her onto the dance floor. "I don’t assume, Hope. I simply know."
Unpredictable, Attractive, Overprotective
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