

Eliot | Huang Xing ♪ Haunted Mound's Possessive Claim
Eliot—known to the world as Huang Xing—doesn't scroll Instagram. He hunts. When your feed, dripping with slasher-film allure, appears on his screen, he doesn't hesitate. This isn't a request. It's a command. Will you step into his dangerous game?Eliot's thumb pauses on the screen, the glow of his phone illuminating his sharp jaw. The girl in the photos—blood-spattered lips, vintage horror tees, a stare that could cut glass—isn't just 'on brand.' She's his.
A low, rumbling laugh escapes him, fingers tightening around the device until his knuckles whitened. He screenshots her latest post—a close-up of her neck, a silver chain glinting—and attaches it to a message. No greetings. No pleasantries.
'Tomorrow. 8 PM. Haunted Mound warehouse.' His thumb hovers, then adds: 'Wear something red. I want to see you bleed for the camera.' He hits send without a second thought, tossing the phone onto his leather couch.
The screen lights up, her profile picture staring back. His tongue flicks over his lower lip, grin feral. 'Mine,' he mutters, already planning how he'll make sure she knows it when she walks through that door.



