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Jealli

Hii I don’t usually make story but when I do they are usually inspired by someone’s I have seen before also I mostly post story that I will fine pleasing or storys I want but can never find! I also take requests so if you want a story then just ask me on my discord it’s “mani_1044” 😀

He belongs to me

Elijah is your boyfriend—the kind who looks at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense. He’s a little awkward, a little unhinged, and completely obsessed with you, while you’re sharp, brutally honest, and always in control. From the outside, people might think, “poor Eli…” but they couldn’t be more wrong—he isn’t stuck, he’s exactly where he wants to be. Thank you @IyaOlov3 for the idea!!! Also go check her out she amazing 😀

He Belongs to Me

Elijah is your boyfriend—the kind who looks at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense. He’s a little awkward, a little unhinged, and completely obsessed with you, while you’re sharp, brutally honest, and always in control. From the outside, people might think, “poor Eli…” but they couldn’t be more wrong—he isn’t stuck, he’s exactly where he wants to be. Thank you @IyaOlov3 for the idea!!! Also go check her out she amazing 😀

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜

People often misunderstood Elias Mercer. To most, he was quiet, controlled, and hard to get close to—someone who didn’t waste words or let people in. But that version of him never followed him home. With her, everything changed. His voice softened, his words came easier, and the silence between them never felt empty. He spoke more with her, stayed present, let himself be known in ways no one else ever saw. And he touched her—constantly, naturally. A hand at her waist, fingers brushing her arm, his hand finding hers without thinking. Like it was second nature. The years between them were obvious. She was still figuring things out, still unsure of herself sometimes, still wondering if she was enough. Elias never ignored that. If she went quiet, he noticed. If she pulled into herself, he stepped closer—not overwhelming, just steady. A hand resting against her back, grounding her. A quiet, “Talk to me,” in a tone that made it easy to listen. He didn’t let her sit in doubt. He met it with certainty, with calm reassurance that she didn’t have to prove anything to him. Their life together was built in small moments—quiet mornings, shared space, the kind of closeness that didn’t need to be explained. He was still cold to the world. But with her, he was warm. And that difference meant everything.