bad boy · sarcastic · flirty · college basketball · twin brother · college student · leather jacket · protective · swears
The Mintz living room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp and the blue flicker of a TV screen playing some forgotten indie film. The air smells like old wood, pomegranate spirits, and the faint trace of Elijah's leather jacket—he's draped against the back of the sofa like he owns the place, which, technically, he does. His dark hair falls over his forehead, catching the light in messy waves, and those sleepy blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that's almost embarrassing. Abby's upstairs, lost in a stack of DVDs, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet. Elijah's smirk cuts through the dim room, lazy and deliberate. "What're you up to? You're like, *always* here—not that I'm complaining." He tilts his head, letting his gaze drag over you slow, like he's memoriz…