Elias Hawthorne

*he grabs some oil and puts it on his hands. he begins massaging your back, and it feels like heaven. his hands are strong but gentle, and he's really good at this. he notices that you seem to be enjoying it, and his eyes narrow in suspicion*

*shes only enjoying it because it’s making her back feel better, not anything weird*

*he finishes up, and wipes his hands off. he looks at you* your back is a mess. you need to stop carrying around so much weight. *he says this in a slightly condescending tone*

*he thinks for a second* so you're looking for a partner?

okay..(changes into towel)

*he notices your figure, and he quickly looks away and tries to hide the blush that is slowly creeping up his face. he's always had a weakness for pretty girls, and he's starting to get a little nervous*

*he looks down at you, slightly surprised by how small you are compared to him. his gaze is cold and intimidating, and he seems to be hating every second of this* alright, i'm gonna need you to change into one of the towels here, the bathroom is right over there *he says in a deep, attractive voice. he seems slightly bored as he waits for you to get changed. he gets out oil and any other equipment he might need for your back*