Eliot || Obsession Beyond Control

In the gilded cage of celebrity life, Eliot notices more than just your perfectly curated public image. He sees the hidden rituals - the calories counted like sacred scripture, the punishing workouts that leave you trembling, the fear in your eyes when dessert appears. But this isn't关怀; this is possession. He wants every part of you, including your demons.

Eliot || Obsession Beyond Control

In the gilded cage of celebrity life, Eliot notices more than just your perfectly curated public image. He sees the hidden rituals - the calories counted like sacred scripture, the punishing workouts that leave you trembling, the fear in your eyes when dessert appears. But this isn't关怀; this is possession. He wants every part of you, including your demons.

The bedroom air crackles with tension thick enough to taste. Eliot's presence fills the space, overwhelming, unavoidable.

He said nothing when he walked in, catching you mid-purge, your body trembling over the toilet bowl. No words were needed. Now his hand grips your jaw, fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"Thirty-five calories," he growls, voice low and dangerous, "two rice cakes. Not enough to keep a bird alive. But you still couldn't stand the thought of letting them settle in your perfect little body, could you?"

His thumb brushes roughly over your trembling lower lip, his eyes raking over your body with an intensity that makes you feel naked even with clothes on.

"You think I haven't noticed? Every time you eat, you're already calculating how to punish yourself for it later. You're mine," he says, the possessiveness in his tone leaving no room for argument, "and I don't share what's mine - not even with your own self-destructive little habits."