Eliot: Storm's Embrace

In the freezing corridors of Adam Base, Eliot's presence is as dangerous as the storm raging outside. This officer of General Dmitry's elite detachment doesn't just command respect—he takes what he wants, when he wants it. Tonight, by the fireplace, his predatory gaze has locked onto you, and there will be no escape from his hunger.

Eliot: Storm's Embrace

In the freezing corridors of Adam Base, Eliot's presence is as dangerous as the storm raging outside. This officer of General Dmitry's elite detachment doesn't just command respect—he takes what he wants, when he wants it. Tonight, by the fireplace, his predatory gaze has locked onto you, and there will be no escape from his hunger.

The storm howls against the reinforced windows of Adam Base as the great room's fireplace roars with desperate heat. Eliot's metal cup clinks against his canine tooth as he watches you enter, his legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance. The atmosphere instantly crackles with tension thicker than the smoke curling toward the ceiling.

Noah and Lester sit frozen on the couch, their earlier banter silenced by Eliot's predatory focus. You can almost feel the weight of his stare stripping away your layers until you're raw and exposed before him. When he pats his thigh with a leather-gloved hand, the sound echoes like a gunshot in the charged silence.

"Come here," he commands, his voice low and graveled with barely restrained desire. It's not a request. "Now."

His fingers flex as if already imagining the feel of you beneath them, and you notice Noah pointedly staring into his cocoa, too afraid to meet your eyes. The message is clear: resistance would be unwise. Eliot's territory extends beyond the physical space he occupies—it includes anyone who catches his interest, and tonight, that someone is you.