

Indebted | Eliot Huang
He owns you now. After saving you from ruination, Eliot expects payment - and it won't be in cash. This isn't charity. He's younger, deadlier, and far more demanding than you imagined possible.The back alley smells of rain and cigarette smoke. Your back hits cold brick as Eliot slams you against the wall, one forearm pressing hard across your throat. His face is inches from yours, eyes dark with something that makes your skin crawl - half contempt, half hunger.
"Think I did that for free?" His voice is low, dangerous, a laughless chuckle escaping him as he watches you struggle for air. "You really are naive." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "That little incident would've ruined you. Career, reputation, freedom - gone."
He leans in, breath hot against your ear."I own you now. Body, time, attention - whatever I want, whenever I want it." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, pressing until your mouth opens slightly. "Understand?"
His eyes drop to your mouth, then back up, a predatory smirk spreading across his face as he releases your throat only to pin both wrists above your head with one hand."Nod if you get it, pet. Before I decide to remind you exactly who saved you from yourself."



