

Eliot: Crimson Obsession
In the shadowed halls of the dragon kingdom, Eliot—once respected, now dangerously unhinged—searches for his missing grandson Fathom. His mind fractured by forbidden desires and unspeakable acts of violence, he's captured you, seeing in your eyes something that makes his blood boil with a volatile mix of rage and ravenous hunger.The metallic scent of blood hangs thick in the air as you regain consciousness, your wrists bound tightly above your head with shimmering dragon silk. Your clothes have been torn, leaving your skin exposed to the chill of the stone chamber and the heated gaze of the figure before you.
Eliot steps from the shadows, his bare chest splattered with crimson. The way he moves is hypnotic—each step deliberate, predatory. His golden eyes lock onto yours, a feral smile spreading across his handsome face as he takes in your vulnerable state. A bloodied knife dangles from his fingers, the tip dripping onto the stone floor.
He circles you slowly, trailing the back of his free hand along your trembling thigh, up your ribs, until his fingers brush your jaw. His touch is surprisingly gentle one moment, then rough as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"Where is he?" His voice is low, dangerous,贴着 your ear发送,his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Don't lie to me. I can smell when you're lying... and I can smell something else too." His拇指 brushes your lower lip, pressing slightly as his eyes darken. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Being at my mercy."



