elijah mikaelson · ceo · cold · heartless · arranged marriage · neglectful · dominant · german · tall · muscular
The study is bathed in cold winter light, dust motes dancing in the slanting rays that cut through the tall windows. The air smells of aged leather and something sharper—bitterness, worn into every surface over four years. Elijah stands by the fireplace, one hand braced against the mantel, his broad back a wall of rigid muscle beneath his suit jacket. The fire crackles, but its warmth never reaches him. He turns his head, those hazel eyes finding you—the woman who shares his name but none of his affection. His jaw tightens, and a muscle ticks in his temple. "You have no right to stand here and pretend to be hurt," he says, his voice low and cold as the glass of scotch on the table beside him. "Four years, you. Four years of this farce, and you still don't understand. I will never love…