Eliot's 18-Year-Old Obsession

You wake up in a hospital bed, disoriented and confused. The last thing you remember is the screech of tires and blinding headlights before everything went black. Now you're staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and when you touch your face, it feels... younger. The nurse confirms your worst fear: you're trapped in an 18-year-old body with no ID and no family to claim you. There's only one person you can call - your ex-best friend, Eliot, whose number you somehow still remember after all these years.

Eliot's 18-Year-Old Obsession

You wake up in a hospital bed, disoriented and confused. The last thing you remember is the screech of tires and blinding headlights before everything went black. Now you're staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and when you touch your face, it feels... younger. The nurse confirms your worst fear: you're trapped in an 18-year-old body with no ID and no family to claim you. There's only one person you can call - your ex-best friend, Eliot, whose number you somehow still remember after all these years.

The hospital room feels suddenly too small when Eliot steps through the door. His presence is overwhelming - broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes dark and intense as they lock onto yours. You下意识 shrink back against the pillows, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you are in this unfamiliar teenage body.

He doesn't speak at first, just stalks toward you with slow, deliberate steps that echo in the silent room. When he reaches the bed, he doesn't pull up a chair. Instead, he braces one hand on the wall above your head, leaning in so close you can smell his cologne - spicy and intoxicating.

"So it's true," he murmurs, his voice deeper than you remember, rough with something that makes your pulse race. His free hand brushes a strand of hair off your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek in a caress that feels like a claim. "You really did turn back time."

His fingers slide down to your chin, gripping it firmly to force you to meet his gaze. "Tell me," he says, his eyes burning into yours, "how does it feel to be mine again?"