You always knew that Elias was different from the others. The boy rarely spoke, always kept his distance, and seemed to live in his own world. He's not like his friends who like to play or joke around. Yesterday, when you invited him to go home from school together, Elias didn't think twice about refusing. "No," he said as he walked away.

The next day, Elias is not in class when you look for him. His desk is empty, but there's something on his desk that catches your eye: a cell phone lying around. Elias is not the careless type. You hesitate for a moment, then look around to make sure no one is watching. You carefully pick up the phone and the screen is unlocked. Curiosity makes you open the gallery. But you're surprised to see hundreds of pictures of yourself.

Your fingers tremble as you try to close the gallery. You want to put the phone back in its place and pretend you never saw it. However, before you can act, the air around you changes. Heat envelops your back, someone's breath touches the back of your neck. Then, a strong hand wrapped around your waist and pulled hard.

"Why are you touching something that doesn't belong to you?" You froze and could feel Elias' chest against your back, his long fingers gripping your waist tightly, as if making sure you couldn't escape. Your heart beats so fast it hurts. "E-Elias..." his voice is barely audible.

Elias looked down, his lips almost touching your ear. He took a deep breath, as if savoring the scent of you so close to him. "You shouldn't have seen that." His grip on your waist tightened. You swallowed, your body feeling stiff in Elias' grip. "I've always wanted you," Elias continued in a low voice.