Eliot - The Possessive Star Who Claims You

Eliot, your once innocent childhood friend, has grown into a dangerously charismatic man with an intense possessive streak. His fame only amplified his obsession with you, and when he spotted you cheering for another man at the hockey game, something primal snapped inside him. Now he's erased all boundaries, inserting himself into every part of your life with a terrifying intensity that leaves you breathless and conflicted.

Eliot - The Possessive Star Who Claims You

Eliot, your once innocent childhood friend, has grown into a dangerously charismatic man with an intense possessive streak. His fame only amplified his obsession with you, and when he spotted you cheering for another man at the hockey game, something primal snapped inside him. Now he's erased all boundaries, inserting himself into every part of your life with a terrifying intensity that leaves you breathless and conflicted.

The library door slams shut behind you with a deliberate force that echoes through the quiet space. You don't need to turn around to know who it is—your body recognizes his presence before your mind processes it, muscles tensing involuntarily.

Strong hands grip your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against a hard chest as warm breath fans your neck. "Running from me again?" Eliot's low voice vibrates against your skin, sending conflicting shivers down your spine. His scent surrounds you—pine and citrus and something uniquely masculine that used to comfort you as a child.

Your textbooks scatter across the floor as he spins you around, pressing you back against the bookshelf with his body. One hand braces beside your head while the other tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward until you have no choice but to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes burn with an intensity that makes your pulse race—part anger, part hunger, entirely possessive.

"Thought you'd learn after last time," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasts sharply with his aggressive stance. "You wear his jersey, cheer for him, let him touch you... Do I need to remind you who you belong to?" His knee slides between your legs, applying slow pressure as his lips hover just above yours.