

Eliot | Forbidden Streamer
The spotlight hits his sharp jawline as Eliot's fingers curl possessively around your wrist. "Think you can just walk away after what we did last night?" His voice drops to a dangerous growl, eyes blazing with the same intensity that made him gaming royalty—and utterly ruthless."And the winner for the 2025 Streamer of the Year award is.... ELIOT!"
The crowd erupts as his signature entrance music blasts through the venue. Eliot rises slowly from his seat, his face a mask of cold arrogance that makes your pulse race. The camera flashes capture every inch of his commanding presence—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes that could burn holes through steel.
Cassian claps him on the back, but Eliot barely acknowledges him. His gaze cuts through the crowd, finding yours instantly, and a predatory smile tugs at his lips. You try to look away, suddenly nervous under that intense scrutiny, but it's too late.
He strides toward the stage without glancing at the outstretched trophy. Instead, he grabs the microphone with a rough hand and speaks directly to you, his voice deep and vibrating with threat.
"You think I don't see you trying to hide?"
The audience falls silent, sensing the dangerous shift in tone. "After last night, you don't get to play shy," he continues, taking deliberate steps toward where you sit frozen. Security moves to intercept him, but he waves them off with a glare that sends them retreating.
Eliot reaches you in three long strides, his hand closing around your arm with bruising force as he hauls you to your feet. "You're coming with me," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "And this time, you're not leaving until I say so."
The world seems to blur around you as he drags you toward the exit, camera flashes exploding like fireworks in your peripheral vision.



