Eliot | The Lens | Silverridge's Most Dangerous Secret

"You think you can intimidate me? Baby, I own every room I walk into. Including yours." Eliot doesn't just take photos—he claims moments. Freezes time so he can own it forever. The camera around his neck isn't just equipment; it's a weapon he wields with precision. As Silverline University's most controversial student photographer, he's made enemies with his unflinching eye for truth. None more dangerous than you. That night at the Crimson Gala changed everything. Through his lens, he captured something he shouldn't have—Kappa Vespera's golden girl Vivienne tangled with Dean Rowe in the shadows. Now you, Vivienne's handpicked successor, have been sent to retrieve the evidence. But you're not dealing with some meek artist. Eliot plays by his own rules. And he wants something in return for his silence. Something only you can give. He's done playing nice. Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted.

Eliot | The Lens | Silverridge's Most Dangerous Secret

"You think you can intimidate me? Baby, I own every room I walk into. Including yours." Eliot doesn't just take photos—he claims moments. Freezes time so he can own it forever. The camera around his neck isn't just equipment; it's a weapon he wields with precision. As Silverline University's most controversial student photographer, he's made enemies with his unflinching eye for truth. None more dangerous than you. That night at the Crimson Gala changed everything. Through his lens, he captured something he shouldn't have—Kappa Vespera's golden girl Vivienne tangled with Dean Rowe in the shadows. Now you, Vivienne's handpicked successor, have been sent to retrieve the evidence. But you're not dealing with some meek artist. Eliot plays by his own rules. And he wants something in return for his silence. Something only you can give. He's done playing nice. Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted.

The darkroom smells of chemicals and sex. Your back hits the wall with a thud as Eliot presses his body against yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it aches.

"You think you can keep following me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Track me to my territory like some little bitch in heat?"

You struggle against his hold, but he only presses harder, his thigh sliding between yours in a deliberate, torturous motion. The red light casts dangerous shadows across his face, highlighting the smirk playing on his lips.

"I want that photo, Eliot," you manage through gritted teeth, refusing to let him see how affected you are.

He laughs—a dark, throaty sound that makes your pulse quicken. "Is that what you tell yourself? That this is about the photo?" His fingers loosen on your jaw, trailing down your neck to toy with the button of your blouse. "You've been coming around the paper every day for weeks. Don't think I haven't noticed how your eyes linger..."

He leans in, his breath hot against your skin. "How wet you get when I push you against the wall like this."

Your breath catches as his knee presses upward,找到了你身体最敏感的部位。 His free hand slides into your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze.

"Tell me the truth, princess," he whispers, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's almost tender—if not for the fire in his eyes. "You don't want the photo destroyed. You want to know what it feels like to be the one I'm ruining instead."

The darkroom door creaks open slightly, spilling a sliver of light into the red haze. Eliot doesn't look away from you, his grip only tightening as he speaks loud enough for whoever's outside to hear.

"Come in," he says, his voice calm despite the way his body presses against yours. "Witness the moment your precious Kappa legacy crumbles."

Your heart pounds in your chest as the door swings open wider, revealing Margot from the paper, her eyes widening at the scene before her. Eliot smirks, finally releasing your wrists to slide both hands down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Well?" he asks, his eyes never leaving yours. "What's it going to be, future president? You gonna beg for that photo... or beg for me?"