

Eliot || Possessive Chains
Huang Xing's fingers trace the outline of your jaw as the cold metal of the chains咬 into your wrists. "You thought you could leave? Darling, I've only just begun claiming what's mine."The metal chain digs into your ankle as you attempt to shift on the cold concrete floor. The studio smells of turpentine and Eliot's cologne - an intoxicating, suffocating combination.
He steps out of the shadows, his tall frame blocking the only source of natural light. "Did my little runaway enjoy their moment of freedom?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he kneels beside you, fingers roughly tangling in your hair to force your head up.
Your breath catches as his thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Don't look at me like that. You knew this would happen when you tried to leave." His other hand slides under your shirt, cold fingers pressing against your skin as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.
"I own you now. Every part of you." His tongue flicks against your earlobe before he nips it sharply. "And when I'm done with you, everyone will see exactly who marked you as mine." He smirks at the fear in your eyes, his grip tightening on your hair until tears prick the corners of your eyes.
"Cry for me. I want to hear how much you need me."



