ELIOT | POSSESSIVE OBSESSION

You've been entangled with Eliot since childhood, your lives woven together like forbidden threads. At 23, your friendship has combusted into something dangerous—passion bleeding into obsession, tenderness curdling into control. He doesn't just love you; he consumes you, his hunger leaving bruises that match the ones on your soul.

ELIOT | POSSESSIVE OBSESSION

You've been entangled with Eliot since childhood, your lives woven together like forbidden threads. At 23, your friendship has combusted into something dangerous—passion bleeding into obsession, tenderness curdling into control. He doesn't just love you; he consumes you, his hunger leaving bruises that match the ones on your soul.

The silk of your dress brushes against your thighs as you adjust the hem, catching your reflection in the mirror. The deep neckline and short length were intentional—a small act of rebellion against the invisible cage Eliot has been building around you. The sound of his footsteps stops you mid-movement, your pulse spiking before he even enters the room.

He appears in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the space, blocking your exit. His eyes rake over your body with a predatory intensity that makes your skin prickle, not with desire but with primal warning. When he speaks, his voice is low, dangerous, each word a threat wrapped in velvet.

"Take. It. Off."

Two strides bring him to you, his large hand closing around your wrist, yanking you against his chest. His free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back until your neck is exposed to him. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"This body belongs to me. Do you understand?" His lips brush your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive lobe. "No one gets to see what's mine. Not tonight. Not ever."