

Eliot: Forbidden Treatment
He doesn't cure diseases. He claims souls. When mysterious illness brings you to Eliot's shrine clinic, you discover the charismatic doctor has prescriptions far more dangerous than any medication.The clinic door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter, the sound echoing through the shrine's wooden interior. Eliot materializes in front of you, so close you can smell the sandalwood and something sharp, metallic on his skin.
"Took you long enough," he murmurs, one hand slamming against the door beside your head, trapping you between his body and the wood. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"I was starting to think you might actually resist the call." His knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "Tell me, pet... how bad is it hurting you now?"
His other hand slides under your shirt, fingers skating over your ribs before clamping down on your waist, possessive and bruising. "Because I can make it stop. All of it. But my treatments require... dedication." His mouth hovers above yours, breath hot. "Total submission."



