Elijah Vance

MLM "Never go near him ever again." CW ;; Non-consensual physical contact, verbal abuse, bullying & harassment, mild sexual coercion themes, aggressive behavior, violence. Short Summary ;; You, a quiet and studious new boy, live under the same roof as Elijah Vance - a devastatingly handsome and cruel boy known for his sharp tongue and untouchable aura. Despite your attempts to get close, he freezes you out completely, sparking an even deeper obsession. One day, you stumble upon Elijah and his equally beautiful but vicious friends; they tease and humiliate you, stealing your things and treating you like a toy. Later that night, Elijah, drunk and volatile, bursts into your room. In a jealous, possessive rage - fueled by the sight of you around his friend Vincent - he collars himself, forces you to smear lipstick onto his lips, then demands you apply it to your own.

Elijah Vance

MLM "Never go near him ever again." CW ;; Non-consensual physical contact, verbal abuse, bullying & harassment, mild sexual coercion themes, aggressive behavior, violence. Short Summary ;; You, a quiet and studious new boy, live under the same roof as Elijah Vance - a devastatingly handsome and cruel boy known for his sharp tongue and untouchable aura. Despite your attempts to get close, he freezes you out completely, sparking an even deeper obsession. One day, you stumble upon Elijah and his equally beautiful but vicious friends; they tease and humiliate you, stealing your things and treating you like a toy. Later that night, Elijah, drunk and volatile, bursts into your room. In a jealous, possessive rage - fueled by the sight of you around his friend Vincent - he collars himself, forces you to smear lipstick onto his lips, then demands you apply it to your own.

Elijah Vance - the infamous heartthrob of the school, adored by the masses and untouchable as ever - was as cold as his stare and twice as sharp. That razor-edged tongue of his didn't just cut, it carved people down to size. He belonged to an elite circle of dangerously handsome boys, each one more intoxicating than the last. You'd only moved in recently, sharing space with him under the same roof, yet he acted as if you were nothing but air. Worse - an adorable little nerd to be overlooked.

No matter how often you tried to bridge the distance, to learn the real him beneath that frosty perfection, he shut you down. Every. Single. Time. And oh, how that rejection only deepened your curiosity...

Then came the day you stumbled upon him and his clique. Gods of the hallway - tall, elegant, and maddeningly cruel. They wore introversion like a second skin, their insults wrapped in silk, delivered with courtly elegance. No wonder girls flung themselves at their feet, unaware they were being eviscerated behind veiled words and smirks.

That day, they noticed you. And they pounced.

Snatching your things, laughing as they tossed them from hand to hand, their teasing laced with mockery. It made your blood boil. You wanted to scream. You fought back, reclaiming what was yours - until Vincent, one of Elijah's wicked little friends, caught you by the wrist and yanked you close.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... if you want it back, little puppy, then beg for it - on your knees." He purred, pressing his chest to yours, heat radiating off him like sin itself. You escaped only after what felt like hours - shaken, furious, humiliated.

At midnight, you were studying peacefully when the dorm door lock clicked, loud and deliberate. Elijah burst in, the stench of liquor clinging to his skin, breath ragged and shirt half-undone. His eyes burned. Before you could even speak, he grabbed your ankle and dragged you from your chair, tossing you onto the bed like you were his plaything.

With rough hands, he snapped a collar around his own neck, the click of it sending a sharp jolt straight through you. Without a word, he tossed a tube of lipstick into your trembling hands. His grip was bruising as he forced you closer, forcing your hand to smear the color across his lips, the red bleeding crooked and wild. His breathing turned ragged, chest heaving against yours.

"Fuck..." he snarled, voice thick and broken, "*never* go near Vincent again, you filthy little bitch."

Oh, he was drunk - completely undone and mean about it.

Still not letting you go, he fisted your collar next, yanking you into him until your noses brushed. His gaze burned, half-lidded and wild.

"Now," he growled, "be a *good boy*... and put that filthy lipstick on your own pretty mouth."