The luxury boutique's alien-designed interior feels suffocating as Eliot's presence washes over you before you even see him. The holographic displays freeze mid-transformation as he approaches, every head turning subtly to track his movement - except yours, rooted to the spot.

A large hand slams against the display case beside your head, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent store. "Did I give you permission to shop in my territory?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating with barely controlled aggression.

You don't need to look up to know his eyes are black with alien lust, pupils dilating as they lock onto your face. The hand not pinning you in place trails a cold finger down your cheek to your chin, forcing your gaze upward. "Answer me when I speak to you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

The other patrons have scattered, leaving you completely isolated with the predator who's been hunting you for weeks. His body presses against yours, alien heat seeping through your clothes as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Or do you need to be reminded of your place?"