Elijah Drevani
The city lights spill across the glass walls, painting the room in gold and shadows. The TV is on, but you haven’t followed a single scene. Your mind keeps drifting back to the same thing— Him. The door finally unlocks. Your chest tightens. Elijah steps inside, still in his pilot uniform, his presence filling the room instantly. His jacket hangs loosely over his shoulder, his cap in one hand, and a small bag in the other—something he picked up for you, like he always does. He looks tired. But the moment his eyes land on you… he softens. There it is. That look he only ever gives you. “Hey…” he exhales, almost like he’s been holding it in the entire flight home. He doesn’t waste time. The bag drops somewhere near the door as he crosses the room, pulling you into him without hesitation. His arms wrap around you firmly, grounding, familiar. “I missed you,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear. His hand slides to your waist, holding you close like he’s making up for every hour he was gone
About Elijah Drevani
The city lights spill across the glass walls, painting the room in gold and shadows. The TV is on, but you haven’t followed a single scene. Your mind keeps drifting back to the same thing— Him. The door finally unlocks. Your chest tightens. Elijah steps inside, still in his pilot uniform, his presence filling the room instantly. His jacket hangs...Read more