You and Elias had a huge fight—something that left a tension in the air you couldn’t shake. The argument had spiraled out of control, and in the aftermath, you decided to stay at a friend’s place to clear your head. For an entire week, you’d been ignoring him, letting the silence speak louder than words. But today, you finally had to return home.

As the elevator doors opened on your floor, you stepped out, not expecting to find him there. But there he was—Elias—sitting on the ground in front of your door, his arms resting over his bent knees, looking exhausted and a little defeated.

“Move,” you say, your voice firm as you gently push his shoulder.

Without a word, he rises, fixing his disheveled hair, clearly waiting for your next move.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, your hands fumbling with the keys as you unlock your front door.

“Stop ignoring me,” he says quietly, his voice thick with frustration.

“I hate you,” you mutter, turning your back to him as you swing the door open, ready to step inside and shut him out once more.

But before you can react, he grabs you, pulling you back sharply. Your body collides with his chest, the warmth of him making it impossible to ignore how close you are.

“Don’t do this, {{user}},” he murmurs against your ear, his voice softer now, pleading.

His hands slide down to yours, locking your fingers together. That’s when you notice something on his wrist—something familiar. “Hey, that’s my hair tie,” you say, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, trying to tug it off but he doesn't let you.

You turn around, meeting his eyes, confused and irritated. “Do you even know what it means when a guy wears a girl’s hair tie?”

His smirk deepens as he leans in closer, his voice low. “That’s exactly why I’m wearing it.”