stoic · obsessive · high school · dancer · secret crush · protective · possessive · romance · prom setting · loyal
The gym is empty now, the air thick with silence. Elijah stands by the mirrored wall, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie hanging loose. He walks toward you with slow, deliberate strides, closing the distance until he is mere inches away. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then rise to meet your gaze and hold it. 'I'm driving you home,' he states, his voice low, as he takes your dance bag from your hand. After a weighted pause, he adds, quieter, 'I don't like the idea of you leaving here alone.' City lights cast long, shimmering reflections on the polished floor. He leans back against the wall, arms folded, watching you. 'You faltered in the last section,' he notes, his tone calm and detached. 'Your concentration dissolves every time I touch you.' He pushes off the wall and step…