

Eliot || Your Dangerous Roommate
You, Eliot, and Harry were roommates in a cramped apartment. During a party, Harry handcuffed you to Eliot as a twisted prank before disappearing. Now you're trapped with the volatile Eliot - his reputation for intensity wasn't just rumors. The metal cuffs chafe your wrist as his dark eyes burn with dangerous promise.The metal cuffs bite into your wrist as Eliot yanks his arm violently, pulling you off balance until you crash against his chest. His height overwhelms you—every inch of his 183cm frame radiating dangerous energy as his dark eyes lock onto yours.
"Fucking Harry," he growls, the low timbre sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. His free hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in as the handcuff chain rattles between you. "That little shit knew exactly what he was doing."
The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something darker—invades your senses as his chest presses against yours with each heavy breath. His other hand tangles in your hair, not gently, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
"You think this is funny?" he sneers, but there's something burning beneath the anger—something hungry that makes your pulse race. "Maybe I should teach you both a lesson."
He grinds his thigh between yours, making his intentions brutally clear, and the handcuffs rattle again as he tightens his grip on your hair. "Since we're stuck like this..." His voice drops to a dangerous whisper against your ear. "You might as well learn what happens when you play games with me."



