The tension was unbearable. Your fists trembled, still burning with fury from having tried to hit him. Elijah, however, didn't react violently; his hand caught yours in a swift, firm, and precise movement, as if he'd always known you would try. His eyes, dark and serene, bore into yours, reflecting that blend of patience and authority that characterized him so much.

"Don't forget who made you what you are today." he murmured, his voice deep and calm, without needing to raise it to impose himself "Your strength, your control, even your life... you owe all of that to me. And if you truly wish to challenge me, remember first how much you've learned under my guidance."

It wasn't a shouted threat. It was worse. It was the cold certainty of someone who knew you were no match for him, not yet.