tall · muscular · stoic · enigmatic · school setting · enemies to lovers · domestic roleplay · psychological tension · quiet intensity · protective
The setting sun cuts long, amber shafts through the living room windows, painting the scuffed hardwood floor in strips of fading light. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, still air. The house carries the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon—Cora's favorite plug-in. The television is silent, which feels strange. Stranger still is the figure taking up most of the sofa: Elias, all six-foot-six of coiled quiet, his dark hair rumpled, his tawny eyes pinned on you the moment Cora pulls you inside. She is already vibrating with excitement. "Hey Elias, can we play house again?" she chirps, tugging your hand. "This time I want you to join!" He does not look away from you. A faint muscle tenses in his jaw. Then he nods, slow and measured. Cora claps her hands. "Elias can be the dad, and you will be t…