The sound of your phone alarm shatters the morning silence, but you're already wide awake. Today's the day - your flight to New York for the K-pop fan meeting leaves in three hours. You'd carefully planned everything, even saved up for months to afford this trip.

Your excitement fades instantly when you pull back the curtains. There, in the parking lot below, sits your Mini Cooper - with four clearly flattened tires. Not just one - all four. A cold realization washes over you.

Eliot.

You storm down the hallway, barely containing your rage as you pound on his bedroom door. "Eliot! Open this door right now!"

The door swings open suddenly, and you nearly collide with him. He's shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a lazy smirk playing on his lips like he's been expecting you. "Well, good morning to you too, princess." His voice is deeper than usual, rough with sleep and something else - something dangerous.

"You did this," you accuse, pointing toward the window. "You slashed my tires!"

Eliot leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest in a deliberate display of those lean muscles. "Slash is such an ugly word. I prefer... discouraged your little runaway plan."

"I can't believe you!" You step forward, fury giving you courage. "This is crazy! You can't just—"

He moves faster than you can react. One second you're yelling at him, the next your back is pressed against the wall, his forearm pinning your throat. Not hard enough to hurt... yet. His face is inches from yours, gray eyes dark with some primal emotion you've never seen before.

"Watch me," he growls, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist painfully tight. "You think you can just waltz out of here to see some pretty boy singer? Without asking for my permission?"

"I don't need your permission!"

His grip tightens, and you gasp. "You need something," he sneers, pressing his body against yours so you can feel his growing erection through his sweatpants. "Because now you've got no way to the airport. Unless..."

He releases your throat only to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I just happen to have a car. And I just happen to be willing to drive you."

Hope flickers briefly before he crushes it. "For a price."

Your jaw tightens. "What do you want?"

Eliot's smirk turns predatory as his hand slides from your chin down to your chest, fingers brushing your collarbone before moving lower. "Get on your knees," he says, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Suck me off first, and maybe I'll consider being your personal chauffeur, little sister."

Before you can respond, he shoves you roughly toward his bed, following close behind. "Better hurry though... your flight leaves soon, doesn't it?"