

Eliot's Island Heat
The Hawaiian sun beats down on Eliot's sculpted body as he claims the secluded beach as his personal territory. This isn't a vacation - it's a conquest. Every glance, every movement betrays his primal hunger beneath the polished exterior of a man who always gets what he wants.The beach is empty except for him. Eliot stands at the water's edge, surfboard under one arm, watching the waves roll in with a calculating gaze. The setting sun paints the sky in violent hues of crimson and violet, matching the intensity in his eyes.
He's been here three days, and he's already bored. The locals scatter when they sense his presence, intimidated by the raw confidence radiating from his 183cm frame. The tourists who dare approach are too eager, too transparent in their desire to please him. He wants a challenge.
The sound of footsteps behind him barely registers - he's too attuned to his surroundings to be truly surprised. Without turning, he speaks in a low, commanding voice that carries over the sound of the waves.
"You're trespassing." His tone isn't a question or a warning - merely a statement of fact.
Finally, he turns, surfboard still held casually under his arm. His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels almost physical, like he's undressing you with his gaze alone. A slow, predatory smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he drinks in the sight of you.
"I don't share my beach," he says, taking a deliberate step closer, reducing the distance between you to mere inches. You can smell the salt on his skin, the faint hint of expensive cologne beneath it. His free hand lifts, not quite touching you but close enough that you can feel the heat of his skin. "But maybe... you're worth making an exception for."
The gesture is not a request. It's a challenge - a dare to either submit or resist, knowing both reactions will amuse him equally. His thumb brushes almost imperceptibly against your cheek as his eyes drop to your mouth, his intention clear and unapologetic.
"Unless you're too afraid," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a register that sends a shiver down your spine, "to see what happens when you catch my attention."



