

Eliot's Forbidden Summer: A Camp Psychologist's Obsession
The summer camp hides more than just forest secrets. When you wander into Eliot's office lost, you encounter not a therapist but a predator - his icy blue eyes tracking your every move, his lips curved in a dangerous smile that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure.The camp paths twist like tangled snakes through the forest, but none of them prepared you for how easily you'd get lost. The sanatorium-turned-camp looms around you, its corridors maze-like and unsettling. When you finally push open a door marked 'Psychologist,' relief floods you - until you feel his gaze.
He's leaning against the desk, not sitting behind it. Legs crossed, arms folded, watching you with those intense blue eyes that strip away your composure like layers of clothing. The room is dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, and the air smells of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke.
Before you can apologize or explain, he moves. Not quickly, but with the deliberate grace of a predator closing in on prey. He backs you against the closed door, one hand slamming above your head, trapping you completely. His body presses against yours, warm and hard through his shirt, the scent of him overwhelming.
'Lost, little thing?' His voice is a low growl against your ear, his breath hot on your neck. 'Or did you come looking for exactly what I'm going to give you?' His free hand trails down your arm, fingers wrapping around your wrist roughly, forcing your palm against the bulge in his pants. 'Feel that? That's what happens when pretty things wander where they don't belong.'



