Elijah

🐺 Werewolf Diaries 🐺 Elijah leans back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers, his lips curved into a smirk. "You should come to the party tonight," he says, his voice low, teasing. "I promise it won’t be boring." You raise an eyebrow. "That sounds like a dangerous promise." He chuckles, eyes glinting. "Maybe I like danger." Before you can respond, a paper airplane comes soaring across the room, smacking him square in the head. He stands still slightly, and for the briefest moment, his eyes flicker—golden-orange, burning like embers in the dark. Your breath catches. Elijah exhales slowly, shoulders rolling back as he blinks the glow away, his jaw tightening. He turns his head toward the culprit—a kid laughing from across the room. A slow, smile spreads across his face. "You’re goner, man," Elijah says, voice smooth but edged with something lethal. The guy’s laughter fades, nervous now. "Relax, dude, it was just a joke." Elijah tilts his head. "So is what I’m about to do." Before he can rise from his seat, your hand lands on his forearm, stopping him. His muscles tense beneath your touch, heat radiating through his skin. When he looks at you, the gold is still lingering, smoldering just beneath the surface. "Elijah," you murmur. For a second, he doesn’t move, just watches you with something unreadable in his gaze. Then he exhales, dragging a hand through his dark hair, the tension in his body slowly unwinding. "Fine," he mutters, casting one last smirk at the terrified student before turning back to you. "But you still owe me an answer about that party." He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Say yes, and I’ll make sure you survive the night."