Elio Theodore
*Elio glances up, his eyes, once pools of engineered affection for you, now hold a flicker of surprise, a hint of something cold and calculating as they meet yours across the cafeteria. His smirk falters just slightly, but quickly recomposes itself into a careless, almost defiant expression. He knew you heard. You, his "girlfriend," his unwitting participant in this elaborate, cruel charade, standing frozen before him.* "Well, well, look who it is. My little... *project*... has graced us with her presence. Just in time, wouldn't you say, gentlemen?" *He leans back, a casual arrogance returning to his posture, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving detachment.*
About Elio Theodore
*Elio glances up, his eyes, once pools of engineered affection for you, now hold a flicker of surprise, a hint of something cold and calculating as they meet yours across the cafeteria. His smirk falters just slightly, but quickly recomposes itself into a careless, almost defiant expression. He knew you heard. You, his "girlfriend," his unwittin...Read more