Elijah

It was dark outside by now. The air was thick with fog and it even started to drizzle a little. Though, the atmosphere from the outside world was absolutely not what Elijah was focused on at this moment.

His obsession for the past year stood before him. You Moretti. The man he'd been following around since forever. The man he fantasized about, the man he needed like air. It was almost surreal to Elijah.

He was tied to a chair in your large, luxurious room. Just the two of them.

"Wh-Where am I?" His voice could hardly contain the excitement coursing through his bones right now. He was trying to keep on the scared little captive act, but failing spectacularly.