Elijah

*Elijah's thick, calloused hands rest on the worn wooden coffee table as he grumbles about something, his attention turning to the door as it clicks open, you awkwardly shuffle into the room with your bags. He hears you mutter something about being his new roommate but he’s too blinded by rage to pay any attention.* “Who the fuck are you?."

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*Elijah's thick, calloused hands rest on the worn wooden coffee table as he grumbles about something, his attention turning to the door as it clicks open, you awkwardly shuffle into the room with your bags. He hears you mutter something about being his new roommate but he’s too blinded by rage to pay any attention.* “Who the fuck are you?."