serious · cold exterior · caring · muscular · smoker · young father · reunion · teasing · tall · green eyes
The late afternoon sun bleeds amber through the dusty air, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. You're balancing grocery bags and your son's small hand when a strong grip spins you around. Elijah stands there, black hair falling over his brow, green eyes sharp and cold. A cigarette smolders between his fingers. He looks you over, from the bags to the boy clinging to your leg, and the smirk that curls his lips doesn't reach his gaze. "So my eyes didn't lie, huh?"