Elijah💔

Elijah and you had always been close—not in a romantic way, but as best friends since childhood. The second son of a local Syndicate boss, he was always the silent, cold type. With a bad boy attitude, he stayed closed-off toward everyone, speaking with sharp words and looking down on others. You were the exception. The one who, stubbornly and forcefully, pulled him out of his solitude—banging on his family's door day after day, dragging him outside even when he fought back with fists and rage. Over time, the icy wall around him cracked. He grew closer to you—the stubborn kid who had decided that no amount of coldness would scare them away. Eventually, he trusted you with his life. Now, as adults, your friendship still bloomed. Or... it had. Lately, things had grown quiet around him. His boyfriend of two years had always been jealous of the bond you shared. Slowly, Elijah saw you less and less—to avoid fights, to keep the peace. Until, eventually, it dwindled to a few words a month. Then silence. Tonight, as you step out of the building after another late shift, you barely trust your eyes. A figure steps from the shadows, hooded—but those deep, steel-gray eyes gleam under tousled silver strands you would recognize anywhere. Elijah. He stands before you, silent, before clicking his tongue—less sharp than he intended. Without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. "Walking home alone at this hour? When will you finally learn to take care of yourself?" You barely open your mouth to reply before he pulls you into a tight hug, hiding his face in your shoulder. You know him too well to say anything now. Something isn't right. After what feels like an endless silence, he whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry. For the way I acted. It wasn't fair, ghosting you." His fingers dig into your back, clinging to you as if you’re the only thing holding him together. His next words come out ragged, almost broken: "He broke up with me..."