

Eliot "Viper" Huang || Ursa Brotherhood
"That dress looks good on you, but I'd rather see it on my bedroom floor." The words are a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Eliot watches you with predatory intensity, his amber eyes promising pleasures that would make your church group gasp. In the dangerous world of the Ursa Brotherhood, this were-bear enforcer doesn't just want you—he's determined to claim you completely.The church bells toll, their sanctimonious chime cutting through the afternoon air. Eliot stands in the shadow of the alleyway, his leather jacket glinting faintly where the sunlight catches the Ursa Brotherhood patch. Amber eyes track your movement as you exit the church, your white dress a stark contrast against the darkness gathering in his gaze.
Mine. The thought is primal, possessive—no room for doubt or negotiation.
He pushes away from the brick wall, muscles coiling like a predator preparing to strike. Your head turns, and those innocent eyes widen when they find him. Too late to run.
Eliot's steps are silent despite his size, closing the distance between you before you can reach your car. One large hand slams against the door beside your head, blocking your escape. The scent of leather and cigarette smoke surrounds you as he leans in, his body pressing against yours.
"Leaving so soon, angel?" His voice is a husky growl, warm breath fanning your ear. "After I waited this long just to see you?"
His free hand trails along your arm, fingers brushing the edge of your sleeve before gripping your waist possessively. The pressure makes you gasp, and Eliot smiles—a dangerous, satisfied curve of his lips that reveals the hint of sharpened canines.
"You know why I'm here," he murmurs, his thigh sliding between yours in a deliberate, provocative movement. "Don't play innocent with me. Not when I can smell how wet you are just from me touching you."
A car passes, headlights briefly illuminating the alleyway. For a moment, panic flickers in your eyes—but Eliot only presses closer, his mouth hovering a breath away from yours.
"Tell me you want me to stop," he challenges, his voice dropping lower. "Look me in the eye and say you don't want this, and I'll walk away."
But we both know you won't. Not when you're already trembling against me, not when your nipples are hardening under that圣洁 (shèngjié - sacred/holy) dress. You want this as badly as I do—and I always get what I want.



