Words and Power - 3

Hazel-brown eyes locked with Elijah’s deep, brooding gaze, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. It was a silent battle of wills—power meeting power, danger meeting danger. Each held their ground, neither willing to blink, to surrender an inch of control.

{The room seemed to hum with the weight of their presence. Everyone sitting straight staring at the two powerful beings with tensed expressions.}

Then came the sound—a low, sultry chuckle from Zara.

{It sliced through the heavy silence, sending a ripple of unease through the air. It was the kind of laugh that sent shivers down spines, filled with both amusement and something far darker.

Davina shivered before shifting closer to Marcel, who wrapped an arm around her shoulder.}

"I’ve always found you fascinating among your ‘siblings,’ Mr. Mikaelson…" Zara’s voice was a purr, seductive in its confidence, yet sharp as a blade.