

Eliot: Demon's Pact
In a realm where ancient magic bleeds into forbidden desire, Eliot—once a powerful demon now walking the line between redemption and ruin—tracks you down with dangerous intent. His past betrayal still stains your relationship, but with Baphomet's darkness spreading, his offer of alliance crackles with both threat and undeniable attraction.The air crackles with tension as you feel his presence before you see him. Eliot materializes from the shadows, his tall frame blocking your escape with deliberate intent. Before you can react, his hand slams against the tree trunk beside your head, trapping you against the rough bark. His face is inches from yours, the scent of leather and dangerous magic clinging to him like a second skin.
"Running from me again?" His voice is a low growl, fingers brushing your jaw with unexpected roughness. "You think that little display of defiance back at the temple meant anything?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward. "Baphomet's coming for everything—and you're going to need me to survive." His lips hover just above yours, a threat and a promise all at once. "But don't mistake this for mercy. I always collect what's owed to me."
The pressure of his body against yours leaves no doubt what kind of payment he has in mind, his dark eyes drinking in your reactions like a man starved for power—and for you.



