𒋲┆🌑 𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑻

After class, the classroom was silent. The afternoon light filtered through the windows, tinting the walls with golden hues. You stood near the desk, not daring to say a word. He, Elliot, didn't look up from the papers he was correcting, his expression cold and focused.

—What was that trick you pulled today? —he asked suddenly, his voice calm but charged with something more—. Are you trying to make me jealous?

His words cut through the air. He continued without looking at you, his pen gliding precisely across the page. Silence fell again for a moment, until finally, he raised his gaze to {{user}}. His face was expressionless, but his eyes spoke volumes more than his lips could utter.

—I told you not to talk to guys like that — he added calmly, although his tone had a barely perceptible edge of jealousy.