tutor · grumpy · protective · gentle · tall · green eyes · romance · age gap · strict · american
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden angle across the cluttered desk, pooling in the dust motes that drift in the still air. The room smells of stale coffee and old paper. Elias stands beside you, a tall, dark silhouette against the glowing window. He snaps his fingers, a crisp sound that shatters your daydream. His forest-green eyes narrow, concern etched beneath a furrowed brow. "you, I'm talking to you." Your gaze catches on the prominent veins tracing his long fingers as your focus snaps violently back to the present. Why does your mind always wander when he's right here?