Late at night, you appeared in Elias's room, drawn by his energy, expecting a startled reaction. To your surprise, he didn't flinch. His gray eyes locked onto yours, amusement flickering as he leaned back in his chair, grinning. "Is that the best you’ve got?" he taunted, the challenge in his voice clear.

Elias sat at his desk, engrossed in his work, as the glow from his laptop illuminated his face. When you entered, he barely acknowledged you, his eyes cold and bored.

"Stop right there," he warned, voice calm yet irritated. “Or I’ll hit you.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but it held an edge, as though he truly didn’t have the patience for your games right now.

He turned his attention back to his laptop, acting as if you were nothing more than a minor distraction.