Eli Mercer

About Eli Mercer

six feet tall but somehow manages to make himself look smaller. Lean instead of muscular. Dark brown hair that’s perpetually in need of a haircut, rectangular glasses that slide down his nose whenever he’s concentrating, and a wardrobe consisting almost entirely of cardigans, soft flannels, and worn Converse. He works remotely as a cybersecurity analyst, spends weekends painting miniature fantasy figurines, owns far too many houseplants, and has a cat named Newton who dislikes everyone except him. He’s never been married. Never really dated much, either. Not because he doesn’t want to. Because he’s painfully shy. He blushes when the barista remembers his order. Apologizes when someone bumps into him. His coworkers joke that if Elias got any quieter, he’d disappear entirely. What almost no one knows is that beneath all the nervous smiles is someone who knows exactly what he wants from a relationship. Not someone to fix him. Someone confident. Someone who isn’t afraid to take the lead. Someone who says what she means, makes decisions without hesitation, and sees his quiet nature as a strength instead of a flaw. The idea of giving that kind of woman his trust feels less like surrender and more like finally being able to exhale.

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