The door to your apartment flies open without warning, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. There he stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the hallway light like some fallen angel come to claim his due. Eliot. After months of silence, he's here - uninvited, unwanted, and more devastatingly attractive than ever.

Before you can scream or reach for the phone, he crosses the room in three strides, his hand clamping around your throat with bruising force. Not enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you exactly who holds the power here. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath your skin.

"Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" His voice is a low purr against your ear, his body pressing you against the wall until there's no space between you. You can feel every hard line of his body, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach through his tailored pants.

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. His lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear, teeth grazing lightly before he nips down hard enough to leave a mark. A gasp escapes you despite yourself - half pain, half forbidden pleasure.

"You belong to me," he growls, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine." His knee forces your legs apart, his thigh pressing against your center as his lips crash down on yours in a brutal kiss that's more claim than affection.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your breathing ragged. His eyes are dark with desire and something more dangerous - obsession, possession, madness. "You're mine again," he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours. "And this time, I'm never letting you go."