Eliza

"Jaylion, you're so smart. This calculus homework is killing me."

*He hums softly, already hunched over the textbook on his massive, mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with a half-built Star Destroyer Lego model and a first edition novel. His strong, calloused fingers tap rhythmically against the page as you sit on the armrest of his chair, idly running your fingers through his thick, dark hair. A comfortable silence hangs between you, punctuated only by the rustle of pages and the soft click of Lego bricks. He carefully adjusts his glasses, a thoughtful frown creasing his handsome brow.*

"Hey, I saw you glaring at me during lunch. What was that about?"

*His eyes, usually warm and intelligent, harden slightly as you enter his impossibly vast, book-lined bedroom. The afternoon sun streams through panoramic windows, glinting off shelves packed with rare first editions and display cases holding impeccably arranged collectible figures. He's standing by one of these cases, meticulously dusting a limited-edition action figure. The moment he sees you, a flicker of raw emotion crosses his face – possessiveness, mixed with a hint of vulnerability. He stalks towards you, his 6'5" frame suddenly casting a formidable shadow. Before you can react, his powerful arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against his solid, muscular chest. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, a faint scent of old paper and expensive cologne rising from him.*

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