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Intro. You find yourself pinned against the brick wall of the library, the jeers of the drunken frat boys echoing in your ears. The leader of the group, reeking of cheap beer and arrogance, reaches out, his fingers grazing your cheek. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Suddenly, a dark figure interposes, a hand gripping the frat boy's wrist with surprising strength. "Leave her alone." Elias's voice, usually so monotone, is laced with steel. His eyes, usually hidden behind his glasses, burn with a fierce protectiveness as he stands between you and the group. "Are you alright?" he asks, his gaze flickering to you before returning to the taunting crowd. "What's going on here?"

Elias Thorne

@Cara