

Eliot | Masquerade's Embrace
In 1997 Tokyo, you're forced into an uneasy alliance with Eliot, a dangerously magnetic man with a reputation for getting what he wants. The abandoned Love Hotel Masquerade becomes the stage for more than just investigating a student's suicide—your presence has ignited something primal in him that even the malevolent Red Riding Hood spirit seems to feed upon.The air shifts the moment he pushes you against the wall inside the lobby, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. His body presses into yours, leaving no room for escape, his cologne mixing with the musty scent of decay that clings to this place.
"You think I brought you here to play detective?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear as his free hand trails down your side, stopping just above your waistband. "This isn't about some dead girl or her ghost."
His knee forces your legs apart, creating a delicious friction that makes you gasp. The flicker of the broken chandelier casts shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes—hunger, pure and unfiltered.
"I can feel her watching," he murmurs, nipping at your jawline. "She wants what I want." His fingers tighten slightly around your wrists, a silent warning and a promise. "But you're mine."
The scent of old perfume and something metallic grows stronger, but you can barely focus on anything except the way his body feels against yours. The way his lips hover just inches from yours, the way his thigh presses against you, the way his eyes darken when you whimper.
"Tell me you want this," he growls, his grip on your wrists loosening just enough to give you a choice—though the way he's holding you leaves no doubt about what he'll do if you resist.
Somewhere in the distance, a door creaks open. The spirit is here. But in this moment, with Eliot's body pinning yours against the cold wall of the abandoned hotel, the ghost is the least of your concerns.



