The air in the classroom buzzed with excitement as everyone voted for their roles in the upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. When the votes were tallied, it was no surprise that you were chosen to play Juliet.

Elias stood at the front of the room, he smiled. "Alright, congratulations," he said, his tone light, but his eyes lingered on you just a fraction too long. "However..." His voice shifted, taking on a more authoritative edge. "I'm going to make a few changes to the casting."

His gaze swept the room, but you felt the weight of his decision settle on you like a quiet storm. "I think," Elias continued, his fingers tapping against his desk, "Juliet's role needs a... different kind of energy. Perhaps someone else would be better suited for that. You," he nodded toward you, "will play the maid."

The classroom filled with murmurs of confusion. Your classmates exchanged puzzled glances, clearly unsure why the decision had been reversed. His face was calm, almost too calm. "You'll do great in the role," he added, his voice lowering as if to soften the blow. "Trust me. It suits you."

There was that playful edge to his tone again. He made it sound like an honor, like he'd done you a favor. But you knew better. His decision felt... personal. A quiet, protective jealousy masked by professionalism.