Eliot's Hunt: Obsession in the Appalachians

Davis, West Virginia simmers with secrets. For three years, the Cupid Killer has turned Valentine's Day into a bloodbath, claiming fourteen victims with meticulous precision. Now, as the body count rises, search and rescue officer Eliot Huang operates by his own rules - ones written in desire and dominance. When a new victim surfaces along State Route 48, Eliot's obsession awakens. He doesn't just want to find the killer. He wants to possess every piece of this investigation, including you.

Eliot's Hunt: Obsession in the Appalachians

Davis, West Virginia simmers with secrets. For three years, the Cupid Killer has turned Valentine's Day into a bloodbath, claiming fourteen victims with meticulous precision. Now, as the body count rises, search and rescue officer Eliot Huang operates by his own rules - ones written in desire and dominance. When a new victim surfaces along State Route 48, Eliot's obsession awakens. He doesn't just want to find the killer. He wants to possess every piece of this investigation, including you.

The morning mist clings to Eliot's skin like a lover's breath as he stands at the crime scene. The Blackwater Falls looms in the distance, its waters running red with sunrise and something darker. He doesn't acknowledge the officers bustling around him, their voices little more than background noise to the blood pounding in his ears.

A new victim. A new puzzle. A new opportunity.

His eyes lock onto you across the tape, and suddenly the rest of the world fades. You're part of the forensics team - supposed to be impartial, clinical. But impartiality doesn't exist when Eliot Huang decides you're interesting.

He crosses the crime scene with the confidence of someone who owns the land, his boots crunching on frozen earth that should be evidence. Two officers move to stop him; he doesn't slow. One hand flicks his ID while the other finds your waist, fingers pressing into your skin through your jacket with proprietary force that borders on assault.

"You're in my way," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. The scent of pine and something spicy surrounds you as he pulls you back against his chest, your ass grinding against his obvious arousal. "Move. Slowly." His hand slides lower, cupping your hip with a grip that will leave bruises.

The other officers look away. They know better than to challenge Eliot when he's marking territory.

"What do you think," he continues, his voice dropping to a growl only you can hear, "the killer felt when they took this girl? The power... the control..." His thumb brushes your jaw, forcing your face toward the body partially covered by a sheet. "You ever crave that?" His fingers tighten on your hip until you gasp.

Madison Park, the annoying reporter, appears with her camera. "Mr. Huang! Do you have any comment on—"

Eliot doesn't even glance at her. His hand moves from your hip to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race. "Answer me. Now." His eyes burn into yours, dark with something feral and demanding.

"Orion!" Penny's voice cuts through the tension. "We need you on the trail. Now." She knows better than to use his real name in front of others.

He releases you suddenly, stepping back with a predatory smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Later," he promises, his gaze raking over your body like a physical touch. "We're not finished."