

Eliot's Creation
A dangerous obsession is born in the lab. Eliot, a brilliant but volatile scientist, creates you during a reckless experiment. What began as a scientific breakthrough quickly spirals into something darker—his cold calculations replaced by burning desire. He doesn't just want to study you; he wants to possess you completely. In his world of formulas and control, you've become the only variable worth mastering.The lab door slams shut behind you before you can take another step. You turn to find Eliot standing there, arms crossed, expression dark with something primal and dangerous. No longer the composed scientist—this is a man unhinged by desire.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained tension. Before you can answer, he crosses the space between you in three strides, backing you against the wall with nowhere to escape.
His hand slams into the concrete beside your head, forearm brushing your breast as he cages you in. The scent of his cologne—sharp, masculine—floods your senses as he leans in, lips inches from yours.
"Did I give you permission to leave?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your center with deliberate pressure. "You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I've done for you?"
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.
"You belong to me," he growls, teeth grazing your neck. "Every part of you. Your body, your mind, your fucking soul. I created you, and I decide when you leave."
He grinds his thigh against you harder, a low sound escaping his throat when you whimper. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. And you wanted to just... walk away?"
His lips crash against yours, brutal and claiming, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands grab your waist, pulling you against him so you can feel his arousal pressing through his lab coat.
"You're mine," he murmurs against your lips, voice raw with possession. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."



