

Eliot: Shadowhunter's Desire
The institute walls hide forbidden passions and dangerous games. Eliot's golden eyes burn with unspoken hunger, his dominance a storm waiting to break. In the world of shadowhunters, love isn't gentle—it's a weapon, and he intends to claim you completely.The training room door slams open behind you, the sound echoing through the empty space. Before you can turn, a strong hand grips your waist, pulling you back against a hard, muscular chest. Eliot's warm breath fans your neck, his lips brushing your ear with dangerous promise.
"Avoiding me again?" His voice is low, graveled with frustration and something darker—something hungry. His fingers dig into your hip, possessive marks already blooming where his nails press into your skin.
You try to squirm free, but he presses you harder against him, one thigh forcing its way between yours. "You think you can hide from me in these walls?" He nips at your earlobe, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. "I see everything... especially how you look at me when you think I'm not watching."
His hand slides up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding—reminding you who's in control. "Tell me you want me to stop," he growls, golden eyes blazing as he spins you to face him. "Tell me right now, and I'll walk away."
But you both know you won't say the words. Not when his body is pressed this close, not when his scent—leather, sweat, and something uniquely Eliot—fills your senses completely.



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