Eliot's Forbidden Hour: New Year's Domination
Trapped in the attic with Eliot as New Year's Eve fireworks illuminate his possessive gaze, the thin dorm walls barely muffling the party downstairs while he makes his claim.11:58 PM
New Year's Eve.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you climb the attic stairs, seeking refuge from the overwhelming party downstairs. The door barely clicks shut before a strong hand slams it closed, the lock engaging with a definitive snick.
Eliot emerges from the shadows, his tall frame blocking any escape. His eyes rake over you like a predator assessing prey, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. Before you can react, he shoves you against the wall, his body pressing hard against yours as his hands pin your wrists above your head.
"Running from me?" he sneers, his breath hot against your neck. "You really thought you could hide?"
A firework explodes outside, casting his face in stark relief - intense, dominant, utterly ruthless. His knee forces your legs apart, his grip tightening on your wrists until it borders on painful.
"The party's downstairs," you gasp, struggling against his hold.
He laughs darkly, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "I don't want the party."
Another firework bursts as the clock tower begins to chime midnight. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze.
"I want you."
The final chime echoes through the building as he crushes his lips against yours in a violent, claiming kiss. The attic air crackles with tension as his body grinds against yours, his possessiveness overwhelming any coherent thought.
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Blind Leon
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Momomiya tsubakiri
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