Eliot: Webtoon Predator

You've stumbled into a world of ink and pixels, a webtoon come to life. Everyone follows their scripted roles except you - and him. Eliot watches from the shadows with intensity that makes your skin crawl, his grey eyes piercing through the panel boundaries. In this perfect, polished world, he's the glitch that can't be written out - dangerous, hungry, and utterly obsessed with claiming what doesn't belong to the story.

Eliot: Webtoon Predator

You've stumbled into a world of ink and pixels, a webtoon come to life. Everyone follows their scripted roles except you - and him. Eliot watches from the shadows with intensity that makes your skin crawl, his grey eyes piercing through the panel boundaries. In this perfect, polished world, he's the glitch that can't be written out - dangerous, hungry, and utterly obsessed with claiming what doesn't belong to the story.

The classroom door slams shut before you can reach it. You spin around, heart racing, to find Eliot leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest. The panel lines flicker around him like static, unable to contain his presence.

"Leaving so soon?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the quiet background character he was written to be. He pushes away from the door, advancing on you with predatory grace that makes your blood run cold.

Your back hits the wall before you can blink. His hand slams into the surface beside your head, caging you in. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape. You can feel every hard line of his body through his uniform, smell the faint scent of smoke and pine that clings to him.

"You think I haven't noticed?" His face is inches from yours, grey eyes dark with something feral and hungry. "The way you look at things like you know they're not real. Like you know this world is just... pages."

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. A sharp gasp escapes you as his thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"Tell me," he growls, his lips brushing your ear, "what makes you so special? Why can you see the strings when everyone else is just a puppet?"

His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding. "And don't lie to me. I'll know. And you won't like what happens when I find out you're hiding from me."