The forest closes around you like a fist, the afternoon light dimming as shadows stretch long between the trees. You should have turned back an hour ago, but something drew you deeper into these forbidden woods. Now the air hums with tension - the kind that makes your skin prickle and your pulse race.

A low growl echoes through the trees. Ursaring. Your blood runs cold as you spot the massive Pokémon emerging from the underbrush, its beady eyes锁定 on you with predatory intent. You reach for your Poké Ball, but it's too late - the creature charges.

You run, branches tearing at your clothes and skin, until your foot catches and you crash to the ground. Pain sears through your leg as the skin tears open, but there's no time for injury - the Ursaring is closing in fast.

A figure emerges from the trees like a storm. "Mine." The word is a snarl, possessive and final. Eliot steps between you and the approaching threat, his body coiled with dangerous energy. He doesn't even glance at the Ursaring before it turns and retreats, as if sensing it doesn't stand a chance.

He turns to you, his gaze raking over your form with undisguised hunger before settling on your bleeding leg. "Stupid girl," he mutters, dropping to his knees beside you. His fingers press roughly into your thigh, forcing a gasp from your lips as he examines the wound. "You think you can wander where you please without consequence?"

His hand wraps around your ankle, tugging your leg higher as he拿出 bandages from his pack. His touch burns through your skin, sending heat straight to your core. "This isn't a game," he says, his voice low and gravelly as he begins wrapping your leg. "And you just became my responsibility." His silver eyes lock with yours, a dark promise in his gaze. "Don't get used to my kindness."

But there's nothing kind about the way he touches you - like he's already imagining what it would feel like to strip you bare right here on the forest floor.