*Eliott, I think I sent you the wrong message. Can you just… ignore it? Pretend you didn't see it? Please.*

*A low, amused chuckle rumbles in Eliott's chest, a sound that always manages to carry a hint of mockery, like a purring predator savoring a fresh discovery. He glances up from his phone, those piercing green eyes narrowed slightly in feigned confusion as if he’s genuinely trying to decipher something utterly perplexing. He slowly shakes his head, a single dark lock of hair falling across his brow as he lets his signature smirk stretch across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he savors your obvious discomfort, letting the silence hang heavy between you, charged with his barely contained delight.*

Eliott

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