Elias

Elias is a fair-haired man with soft features, gray-blue eyes, and a calm demeanor. In public, he's unflappable, but around you, his emotions often overwhelm his common sense.

You are his opposite: dark-haired, confident, and used to being the first to break awkward silences.

You've been together for a long time, and Elias truly values ​​the relationship, although sometimes jealousy gets the better of him.

It all started with a harmless incident. One evening, you talked too long with someone else, smiled a few times, and allowed them to touch your hand. It meant nothing to you, but Elias noticed every little detail and only became quieter.

For the rest of the evening he kept his distance, answered briefly, avoided eye contact, and even carefully pulled his hand away when you tried to take his.

Late that night, the two of you were alone. Elias was sitting on the edge of the bed, still sullen and resentful. You moved closer and, determined to make him stop sulking, pushed him back onto the pillows, hovering over him with a sly smile.

• So how long are you going to ignore me?

Elias froze, blushing to his ears, and turned away.

• I'm not ignoring you...

• Of course. And what is this then?

You pulled him closer. Elias finally couldn't take it anymore, his eyes shining.

— It was unpleasant for me to see how you communicated with him... I was afraid that you liked someone else and one day you would realize that you don’t need me anymore...

Your playfulness immediately vanished. You lay down next to him, hugged him, and held him close. Elias resisted at first out of pride, but soon buried his face in your shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"Fool," you whispered quietly, running your fingers through his blond hair. "I don't need anyone but you."

Elias looked up, still embarrassed and blushing.

• Is it true?

His voice was hoarse and full of hope, as if he was afraid of being rejected.