The first boy to ask Y/n out never got the chance to finish his sentence.

The school fundraiser was in full swing, the courtyard packed with students, parents, and teachers. A boy from Y/n's history class—Derek, maybe—had cornered her near the refreshment table, his cheeks flushed and his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

The voice was calm. Flat.

The poor guy blinked, looking past Y/n to the man standing a few feet away. Elias. Dressed in his usual black suit with an earpiece tucked behind one ear, he didn't even bother looking at the boy. His attention stayed on the crowd around them, as if interrupting her love life was simply another part of his job description.

Silence. Then Elias finally turned his head. It wasn't threatening. He didn't raise his voice. He simply looked at him.

Within seconds, the guy mumbled something under his breath and disappeared into the crowd.