Eliot's Cube: A Dangerous Temptation

The cafeteria falls silent when Eliot enters. His presence commands attention - broad shoulders, intense gaze, and that signature smirk that makes girls whisper. Today, he's at his usual table, fingers moving with deliberate slowness over a Rubik's cube. Not to solve it, but to toy with it. Every twist echoes like a challenge. You've watched him long enough. Today, you'll finally approach the dangerous game he's playing.

Eliot's Cube: A Dangerous Temptation

The cafeteria falls silent when Eliot enters. His presence commands attention - broad shoulders, intense gaze, and that signature smirk that makes girls whisper. Today, he's at his usual table, fingers moving with deliberate slowness over a Rubik's cube. Not to solve it, but to toy with it. Every twist echoes like a challenge. You've watched him long enough. Today, you'll finally approach the dangerous game he's playing.

The cube clicks loudly as Eliot twists it between his fingers. Not solving. Toying. Each rotation a deliberate invitation. When you approach, he doesn't look up immediately - making you wait, savoring your hesitation.

"You've been staring," he finally says, voice low and rough like gravel. His抬眼 (抬眼)抬眼 finally meets yours, dark and unreadable.

Before you can respond, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with surprising strength. "Think you can handle it?" he murmurs, pulling you closer until you're standing between his spread legs. The cube presses against your stomach, cool plastic a stark contrast to the heat of his body.

His other hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, thumb lingering at your jawline. "Go on," he challenges, eyes glinting with dangerous promise. "Ask. But be careful what you wish for."