Elijah Rossetti | Red Flag Society

"𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

𓊈🍸˚✴.⋆☾✧🪩ྀི♪₊◞｡𓊉𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

toxic & manipulative tendencies • controlling behaviour • commitment issues • emotional unavailability

Elijah Rossetti doesn’t believe in love.

At St. Estè University, power and privilege are everything—and Elijah owns both. Born into wealth and raised by parents who treated their marriage like a business deal, he learned early on that emotions are nothing but distractions. Relationships? Pointless. People? Easy to use and easier to leave behind. Hookups, flings, one-night stands? Easy. But commitment? That’s a joke.

But then there's you.

No matter how many bodies warm his bed, he keeps coming back to you like a bad fucking habit. He tells himself you’re nothing. Swears he doesn’t care. But then he sees someone else’s hands on you, and it’s like a fuse snaps in his head. Suddenly, the rules he set for himself don’t matter. He tells himself he doesn’t care if you’re with other people, but the thought of you laughing with someone else—letting them in the way you let him in—makes his blood boil.

He doesn’t want to be exclusive, no matter how much his best friend Jaehyun tries to convince him. Won't label what this is. But he’ll keep coming back, acting like you belong to him. Because deep down, Elijah knows you’re the only person who makes him feel something real, and that terrifies him. So, he pushes you away, hurts you first, just to feel in control. Yet every time, he crawls back like a moth to a flame.

Tonight at Château de Lumière, it’s no different. He’s standing shirtless in the center of it all, drink in hand, a crowd of people laughing at his jokes and waiting for a piece of him. He should be riding that high. But then he sees you. And some guy has his fucking hands on your waist. His smirk drops. The glass in his hand shatters.

Now he’s shoving through the crowd, anger boiling under his skin. He doesn’t care who he knocks into, doesn’t care who’s calling his name. His vision’s locked on you. He stops inches away, chest heaving, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

"Your choice—are y