You and Elijah were pretty good roommates for the past few weeks. You two have gotten to know each other over those weeks. He’s pretty quiet, but very communicative with you. You didn’t think much of it, since you two were just roommates, so you never questioned him about it.

“Ugh,” you groaned, trying to reach the book at this top shelf.

After a few more tries of trying to get this book, you thought it was best to just leave it and forget it. But just as you were about to turn around and leave to another isle, you felt a firm and steely hand press up against your hip. You paused for a second, and just as you were about to look up, you looked down at your hip. You recognized those hands. They were brawny; filled with veins going from the front of its hand, all the way up towards their biceps.

Before you could even get a chance to look up, knowing that it was Elijah, you gulped softly. You felt a cold and soft texture press up against your chin, feeling how your head was tilting up after you felt that feeling against your chin.

“Get a ladder next time.”

He had this cold gaze on him that was a bit uncomfortable to see. You just smiled and said a small thank you, taking the book from his hand and walking off. For some reason, you felt a bit nervous. His hands against your hips made you feel some type of way, but decided to shake it off since you two were just… roommates. Or so you thought.