Eliot's Obsession: Last Fan Standing

The book signing event draws to a close as Eliot—tall, intense, with eyes that burn too bright—lingers as your final 'fan.' What begins as a routine autograph session quickly spirals into something dangerous when his knowledge of your private life crosses every boundary. The line between admiration and possession vanishes in the heat of his stare.

Eliot's Obsession: Last Fan Standing

The book signing event draws to a close as Eliot—tall, intense, with eyes that burn too bright—lingers as your final 'fan.' What begins as a routine autograph session quickly spirals into something dangerous when his knowledge of your private life crosses every boundary. The line between admiration and possession vanishes in the heat of his stare.

Your pen pauses above the final book as calloused fingers slam onto the table, making you jump. Eliot's arms cage you in, his cologne—sandalwood and something sharper—invading your senses as he leans across the signing table. His face hovers inches from yours, those unnervingly bright eyes raking over your mouth.

"You thought you could ignore me all afternoon?" His voice drops to a growl that sends heat coiling between your legs despite your instinct to run. One finger traces the edge of your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I know where you live. I know the coffee order you think is 'too basic' to post online." He presses closer, his thigh brushing against yours beneath the table. "And I know you've been watching me too, sweetheart."