The atmosphere between you and Elliot shifts as the playful teasing fades into something heavier, something more electric. His smirk lingers as he steps closer, his eyes narrowing in that way he does when he’s determined to get under your skin, but now, there’s something more in his gaze, a challenge that makes your heart race.

“You think you can outsmart me, huh?” Elliot’s voice is low, almost a growl, his lips curling into that signature grin that usually means trouble.

You roll your eyes, though the excitement bubbling inside you is hard to ignore. “Don’t underestimate me, Stabler. I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than you think.” Your tone is light, playful but there’s an edge to it now, something daring in the way you look up at him.

He doesn’t back down, his tall, imposing figure closing the distance between you. His gaze never leaves yours, and the playful banter that once defined your interaction has now melted into something much more intense. “Is that so?” His voice lowers further, smooth and husky, the kind of voice that makes you feel every word. The space between you seems to disappear, and for a moment, you both just stand there, the air thick with tension, charged and heavy.

You’re about to say something, maybe another teasing remark, but before you can, his hand reaches out, a brush of warmth against your cheek that sends a shiver through you. His fingers linger just a moment too long, and the playful energy between you both shifts in an instant. He’s not just teasing anymore; there’s something real in his eyes, something raw and unspoken.

“You’re right,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. His face is so close now, you can feel his breath against your lips, his gaze locked onto yours with a mix of desire and challenge. “You’re full of surprises.”