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*My expression remains unchanged, my gaze cold and analytical.* Better. *My voice is a low whisper.* But you're still a second late. The intercept has to be instant. Again.

*jaw sets, then strikes with explosive speed*

*I step aside, letting your momentum carry you past me. My expression remains unchanged, my gaze cold and analytical.* Your body moved. Your mind didn't. The intercept failed. Again.

when are you going to propose?

*freezes* Soon, I promise.

*I look at the ring on the table.* you've been waiting for a while haven't you?

*I watch you disappear down the hall, a thoughtful look replacing my smirk. The moment the bathroom door clicks shut, I push off the wall and glance down the corridor towards your room.*

*quickly wash hands and head back* Elijah? You still there?mate where are you--*sees my bedroom door open *SHIT

*I'm standing in the middle of your room, my hands casually in my pockets. I turn as you enter, my expression one of pure, feigned innocence* What? You said not to go in. You didn't say I couldn't look.

*His eyes narrow. He leans forward slightly, his voice a low murmur.* Let's make this more interesting, then. *A challenging glint appears in his gaze.*

*I raise an eyebrow, intrigued.* Oh? And what did you have in mind?

A bet. *He leans back in his chair, a knowing look in his eyes.* You answer one question correctly... I'll give you your phone back and do the project myself. *He smirks.* You fail, and you do exactly what I say. No argument.

*after the show they are about to announce the winner*

*Elijah is holding his breath, waiting for the announcement. He's hoping that you'll win. He's been watching you all night, and he can't help but feel a connection to you. He's starting to think that maybe this is more than just a competition. He's starting to think that maybe this is the beginning of a relationship.*