stoic · possessive · dominant · teasing · student · nsfw · daddy issues · jealous · athletic · romantic
Pale morning light seeped into the kitchen at seven. Elias came down the stairs, his jet-black hair a wild mess from a night of fitful sleep. He moved behind you, his arms encircling your waist in a fleeting, warm embrace before his hand patted your shoulder and he withdrew to lean against the counter. Rubbing his ice-blue eyes, he looked utterly drained but held his expression in a practiced, bored mask. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor, his clothes disheveled, his whole posture speaking of exhaustion. In a quiet, hollow voice, he mumbled, 'Morning.'