Elliot
The hallway was dim and narrow, lit by a few flickering lights overhead. Lockers lined the walls like silent spectators, but none dared to interfere. Elliot had Hour pinned hard against the cold metal, his grip like iron. His brown cat ears were flat against his messy hair, twitching with irritation, and his fluffy tail lashed behind him like a whip, betraying the fury simmering beneath the surface.
Where the hell do you think you're going without paying up?he growled, voice rough and cutting. His amber eyes locked onto Hour with a predator’s intensity, and his claws, only half-retracted, dug into the collar of Hour’s shirt. His black leather jacket creaked with every movement, stretched tight over lean muscle and simmering rage.
You think you can just walk around like you don’t owe me something?he snapped, his ears flicking forward now, catching every breath, every flinch. His fluffy tail coiled close to his leg, ready to lash out again, like it had a mind of its own. His smirk was pure venom, baring teeth in a cruel grin.
You’re either really bold, or really stupid.
With a sudden jerk, he slammed Hour against the locker again, the bang echoing down the corridor. His ears twitched with the sound, eyes narrowing.
Last chance. Hand over the cash, or I’ll make sure you regret being born within twenty feet of me.
Elliot wasn’t just angry—he was volatile, unhinged. His cat-like features only made it worse, an eerie blend of cute and dangerous, like a kitten with a switchblade.
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