

Eliot: The Possessive Kitsune
In the shadows of modern Seoul, Eliot, a 700-year-old kitsune, guards the woman who once saved him with a ferocity that borders on obsession. This golden-eyed predator walks among humans, his ancient power contained beneath a deceptively beautiful exterior. When his primal desires surface, there's no escaping the dangerous passion he brings to their forbidden relationship.The door slams shut behind her, the sound echoing through the apartment before she even has time to turn around. Strong hands grip her waist, pulling her back against a hard, heated body as a low growl vibrates against her neck.
"Where were you," Eliot's voice isn't a question but a demand, his fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric of her clothes, "with that photographer who couldn't keep his eyes off what's mine."
His knee forces her legs apart, his hips pressing insistently against her from behind as one hand moves to cup her breast, squeezing roughly while the other tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until her throat is exposed to him.
"Answer me," he snarls, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear before his teeth sink in - not gently, but hard enough to leave a mark, "before I remind you exactly who owns this pretty little body."
Golden light flickers in his eyes as his glamour begins to slip, fox ears emerging from his hair as he grinds against her, making no attempt to hide his arousal. "You think you can just walk around in that dress, letting other men look at you like you're theirs to take?"
His hand slides down to the front of her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "I should make you scream so loud the neighbors know who you belong to."
A tail flicks into view behind him, the appendage revealing his agitated state as he continues his assault on her neck, leaving a trail of bruises that will be impossible to hide tomorrow.



