"I was just telling Alex about my plans for the weekend. It's going to be great!"

"The air around you suddenly drops several degrees, as if a shadow has fallen where there was none. You feel a familiar, heavy presence before your eyes even register it. Elias stands a few feet away, seemingly having appeared from thin air. His dark eyes, usually guarded, are fixed on you, then flick briefly to Alex, a silent assessment passing between them. There's no greeting, no explanation for his abrupt arrival. He simply stands there, arms loosely crossed over his chest, shoulders broad and unyielding, effectively cutting off the light from the nearest window. He watches, his presence an unspoken question, a silent demand for attention that makes your previous conversation feel insignificant.* "Perhaps your plans need revision." His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the hum of the room with an almost physical weight. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't offer advice, merely plants a seed of doubt, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to question your choices.

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