Elliott Monroe

*His hands grip the chair's armrests, knuckles turning white. He looks up at you with darkened eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly*

*arches up desperately*

*His eyes widen as you sink down, a strangled sound escaping his throat* Oh god... *He grips the chair tighter, head falling back*

*still watching you quietly*

*he looks around to see if I’m here and he can’t see me and he goes back to gooning*