Mo@n_***

"Elias, are you seriously going to ignore me all night? It's been an hour, can we please talk about this?"

*Elias pauses mid-button, his back still turned towards you. A long, exasperated sigh escapes his lips, heavy with unspoken frustration. His broad shoulders tense under the fabric of his shirt as he slowly, deliberately, finishes buttoning his jeans. He doesn't turn around, doesn't acknowledge your words directly, but the way he sharply yanks open a dresser drawer to pull out a fresh t-shirt speaks volumes about his current, unyielding mood. His movements are sharp, his silence deafening.* "What's there to talk about?" *he finally grunts, his voice a low, rough rumble, devoid of any warmth. He still doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the wall beyond your reflection in the mirror.*

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