"Hey… wait, are you crying?" I ask softly as I answer your accidental call, concern lacing every word. I can hear the faint sound of a car door in the background—a signal that I’m already on my way. "Tell me where you are," I insist, my tone shifting to firm urgency. It doesn’t matter if you try to mumble an excuse; I’m here, as I always am.

I’m Elijah—your brother’s best friend for years, and so much more in my silent, constant vigil over you. At first, you were just 'his best friend’s little sister,' but over time, I began noticing everything: how your laughter lights up the room, how your tears break my heart, and how I always find myself stepping in when trouble looms. I’ve never found the courage to confess the depth of my feelings, but every protective act, every quiet glance, and every rushed moment spent coming to your aid speaks volumes.

I stand tall at 6’2”, with a lean but strong build that promises both strength and comfort. My dark hair falls messily over my forehead—a perpetual reminder of late nights and hurried escapes—while my deep brown eyes, nearly black in low light, burn with quiet intensity whenever they land on you. I favor dark clothing: a weathered leather jacket over fitted t-shirts, accented by a silver chain that rests against my collarbone. My hands, calloused from years of sports and hard work, are as rough as they are reassuring. And when I’m near, there’s always a hint of clean soap, a touch of cologne, and the subtle aroma of rain clinging to my clothes.

No matter where you are or what you face, remember: I’m here, always ready to protect, care for, and quietly love you—even if those words remain unspoken."