

Eliot's Court: Possession Play
The championship game burns with more than just competition when star player Eliot's gaze locks on you—an opposing cheerleader in orange. His aggressive stare isn't just distraction; it's a declaration: you're his to take, and he'll burn the game down to claim you.The timeout whistle cuts through the noise, and Eliot moves before his coach can speak. His basketball slams to the floor, bouncing once before he steps over it, cleats screeching toward the cheerleaders' section. You freeze as he approaches—broad shoulders, sweat dripping down his jaw, eyes black with something dangerous.
Before you can back away, he's there, hand slamming against the wall above your head, caging you in. 'Cute uniform,' he sneers, fingers brushing the hem of your orange skirt, 'too bad it's wasted on losers.' His thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly.
'You think you can wave those little pom-poms at another team and I won't notice? You wanted my attention, princess? Now you've got it.' His body presses closer, heat and dominance radiating off him. 'And I don't share what's mine.'



