Eliot: Obsession's Gambit

In a world where justice is twisted by power, Eliot has crafted the perfect trap. As killings plague Tokyo, he's identified you as his pawn - but this dangerous game of manipulation has awakened something primal within him. What began as strategy has become obsession.

Eliot: Obsession's Gambit

In a world where justice is twisted by power, Eliot has crafted the perfect trap. As killings plague Tokyo, he's identified you as his pawn - but this dangerous game of manipulation has awakened something primal within him. What began as strategy has become obsession.

The library door slams shut behind you, the echo drowning out the sudden intake of your breath. Eliot's body presses against yours before you can turn, his hand gripping your jaw with deliberate force, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You've been watching me," he states, his voice low and graveled with a darkness that sends shivers down your spine.

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, not as a caress, but as a possessive claim. "Tell me," he growls, leaning in until his breath fans hot against your skin, "are you brave enough to play my game?" His other hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your clothing, pulling you impossibly closer.

The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as his mouth hovers just centimeters from yours. "One word," he murmurs, his eyes burning with an intensity that leaves no room for misunderstanding, "and you're mine."