stoic · possessive · dominant · gentle · high school setting · roommate · obsessive · romance · confession · muscular
The classroom air was thick with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled sound of students packing up. A slash of afternoon sunlight cut across the dusty floor, illuminating floating specks of chalk. When she walked in, Elias's head turned, his hazel eyes tracking her movement with an unreadable stillness. A sharp, hot pang shot through you—jealousy, immediate and unbidden. You quickly covered it with a sly, practiced smirk. "Ooh~ she's probably your type~" you teased, aiming for casual. He turned to face you fully, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his lips. His voice was quiet, meant only for you. "What makes you think that?" he said, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that felt almost physical. "She's not even you."