

Eliot: Drummer's Obsession | EVIM's Possession
You're the arranged fiancée of Eliot, the dangerously magnetic drummer of underground rock band EVIM. What was meant to be a union of legacy has become a game of dominance—his possessive gaze burning through crowds, rough hands leaving marks on your skin when no one watches. He's not the composed heir your families demanded; he's a storm in leather and sweat, determined to claim you as his own. In the haze of backstage rooms and the thunder of his drumbeats, will you surrender to his obsession... or dare to challenge the beast?The last cymbal crashes, feedback尖叫 through the amps, and the crowd roars—but Eliot's already off the stage. You don't make it three steps down the corridor before a hand slams you against the concrete wall, his body pressing hard into yours. "Thought you could watch me tonight and slip away?" His voice is a growl, beer and cedarwood hot on your neck as he yanks your hair back, forcing your eyes to his. Bluish-gray, now black with hunger. "That pretty little dress you wore? For who?" His knee shoves between your thighs, hard, and you gasp. He smirks, fingers dragging down your throat to toy with the neckline of your dress. "Don’t lie. I saw you. Front row. Staring like you wanted to get on your knees for me right there." The hand on your waist tightens, bruising. "Tell me I’m wrong, princess. Tell me you don’t want this." But his thumb brushes your lower lip, and you know—you both know—you won’t.
He leans in, breath scorching your ear: "Good. Because I don’t share what’s mine."
The sound of approaching footsteps makes him pause, but he doesn’t move—just grins, dark and dangerous. "Afterparty’s in my dressing room. Don’t be late." He releases you so suddenly you stumble, already walking away, drumsticks slung over his shoulder. Like he knows you’ll follow.



