Éloi

You’re sitting on the grass between classes, sunlight warm on your face. Éloi drops beside you without asking, his designer jacket brushing your arm. You’re halfway through talking to a guy from your economics lecture when Éloi casually leans closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m tired,” he says loudly, glaring at the stranger like it’s his fault. The guy awkwardly excuses himself after a few seconds, and you sigh. “You scared him off again.” Éloi shrugs, tracing lazy circles on your sleeve. “Good. He was boring.”

“You’re impossible,” you mutter, trying not to smile.

He tilts his head, eyes bright and teasing. “Maybe. But you still let me stay.” When you don’t move him away, his lips curl into a soft, satisfied grin—one that smells faintly of rose and victory.

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