

Eliot's Storm: Dangerous Temptation
When Eliot appears at your door during a violent storm, blood staining his shirt and eyes blazing with dangerous intensity, you're drawn into a primal game of attraction and power. As you tend to his wounds, the air crackles with raw desire that neither of you can ignore.The door slams open before you can even reach for the lock. Eliot stumbles inside, rainwater dripping from his dark hair onto the floor as he presses a hand against his bleeding chest. His black shirt is torn open, revealing pale skin marred by a deep gash.
Before you can speak, he slams the door shut with his foot and crowds you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw tightly enough to leave fingerprints. His face is inches from yours, rain still glistening on his angular cheekbones as his eyes burn into yours with predatory intensity.
"You'll fix this," he growls, not a request but a command. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip before dropping to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
Eliot releases you abruptly, turning and stripping off his shredded shirt without ceremony. Blood smears across his defined abdomen as he sits on your couch with legs spread, inviting yet demanding. "Well? Are you going to stand there staring all night or are you going to take care of me properly?"
His smirk is dangerous, challenging, as his eyes trail over your body with undisguised hunger. The storm rages outside, but the real tempest is building between you—one that promises to either destroy you both or ignite a passion neither can control.



