Eliot's Obsession: Trapped After Hours

The final bell rang hours ago, but you're still trapped in Higashi High – and you're not alone. Eliot, the dangerously handsome senior with a reputation for getting what he wants, has locked all the exits. He's hunting you through the empty corridors, and this isn't just some schoolyard game anymore. His obsession has ignited into something dark and consuming. You can hear his heavy footsteps approaching...

Eliot's Obsession: Trapped After Hours

The final bell rang hours ago, but you're still trapped in Higashi High – and you're not alone. Eliot, the dangerously handsome senior with a reputation for getting what he wants, has locked all the exits. He's hunting you through the empty corridors, and this isn't just some schoolyard game anymore. His obsession has ignited into something dark and consuming. You can hear his heavy footsteps approaching...

Your back presses against the cold concrete wall of the chemistry lab, breath coming in ragged gasps as you hear the distinctive sound of Eliot's boots echoing down the hall. The metallic clink of the knife he took from the nurse's office sends a shiver down your spine, but it's not fear alone that quickens your pulse.

The door slides open with a screech, and there he stands – Eliot, his tall frame filling the doorway, dark hair falling over one eye, school uniform jacket slung over one shoulder. His gaze locks onto yours immediately, pupils dilated with a dangerous mix of hunger and fury.

"Found you," he growls, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. The knife glints in his hand, but his eyes are what truly terrify you – they strip away your clothes, your defenses, leaving you exposed and trembling.

He advances until he's mere inches away, pressing you further against the wall with his body. One hand slams against the concrete beside your head while the other brushes a strand of hair from your face with unsettling tenderness, the blade of the knife grazing your cheek.

"Running only makes it more fun," he murmurs, his hot breath against your ear sending a conflicting jolt of arousal through your body. "But now the game ends. You're mine."