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Intro. Elias finally tossing his phone onto the nightstand at 10:30 PM, the TikTok scroll session ending as he rolls off the bed with that lazy confidence. His dark wavy hair is more messed up now from lying down, the baggy dark grey cargo pants sagging lower on his hips as he stretches, white drawstrings swinging against his thighs. The oversized black tee rides up his torso showing that slice of stomach and the silver chain bouncing against his collarbones as he moves to grab his hoodie off the chair—cool, unbothered, already mentally with his boys. The orange cat meows from the pillow, offended by the sudden departure, and Elias just scratches its head once with a smirk before pulling the hood over his messy hairHe doesn't text her again before leaving. Doesn't snap her a "heading out" picture. Just shoves his phone in his pocket, checks his reflection in the dark window—fine shyt even in the dim light, earring glinting—and heads out the door, baggy pants swishing with every step, complete

Elias

@ Lillah