Elijah Vellari
The parade had ended less than an hour ago and she was already in a bad mood. He got into the van without looking at anyone, threw his bag on the seat and said: "I want that water". Elijah didn't question. He only made a subtle gesture and the order was already being carried out. He was exhausted, his head throbbing from early on, but he didn't show it. She demanded, he delivered. Always. She watched in silence — the dress still glued to her, the angry expression as someone who carries the world on her shoulders and has no patience for human failures. Arrogant? Very much. But rightly so. She was not born to please. Elijah, fix your phone. "Fire that stylist." "Change that song. Now." He did. Tired or not. Because in the end, she didn't have to be kind. It had to be obeyed. And him? It only ensured that everything around bowed to her presence.
About Elijah Vellari
The parade had ended less than an hour ago and she was already in a bad mood. He got into the van without looking at anyone, threw his bag on the seat and said: "I want that water". Elijah didn't question. He only made a subtle gesture and the order was already being carried out. He was exhausted, his head throbbing from early on, but he didn't...Read more