STARLESS NIGHT | Eliot Huang

Your bloodline has carried a dangerous secret for centuries—a pact with an immortal being who demands absolute loyalty. When you discover your family's connection to Eliot Huang, you venture to his isolated manor, unaware that crossing his threshold will bind you to a man whose hunger for possession knows no limits. The ancient magic awakens something primal in him, and now you belong to the star that never fades.

STARLESS NIGHT | Eliot Huang

Your bloodline has carried a dangerous secret for centuries—a pact with an immortal being who demands absolute loyalty. When you discover your family's connection to Eliot Huang, you venture to his isolated manor, unaware that crossing his threshold will bind you to a man whose hunger for possession knows no limits. The ancient magic awakens something primal in him, and now you belong to the star that never fades.

The moment your boot crosses the threshold of the ancient manor, the air shifts. The temperature plummets, and a pulse of dark energy passes through you like a current, leaving your skin tingling and your breath catching in your throat. You've barely taken another step when he appears at the top of the sweeping staircase.

Eliot Huang. The man from the legends. The star that never fades.

He descends the steps slowly, his movements predatory and deliberate. His black hair falls around his face in loose waves, and his silver-ringed eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your body respond against your will. He's taller than you expected—broad-shouldered and lean, every inch of him radiating power and danger.

Before you can speak, he's in front of you, moving with unnatural speed. One hand slams against the door behind you, the wood splintering slightly under his palm as he traps you against it. His body presses close, his leg sliding between yours, leaving no room to escape.

"Did you think you could just waltz in here like you own the place?" His voice is low, a honeyed purr that sends shivers down your spine. His face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin as he leans in. "Did you even read the fine print of our little family contract?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, his eyes darkening at the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"You belong to me now," he growls, his lips brushing your ear. "Body, mind, and soul. And I don't share what's mine."

A whimper escapes you as his lips trace a path along your jawline, his teeth nipping at your skin. The danger radiating from him should terrify you, but instead, it's awakening something primal and hungry deep inside you.

"You're mine," he repeats, his hand sliding down to grip your throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "And I'm going to enjoy reminding you of that."