The cell door slams shut behind you, locking you in with Eliot. The air crackles with tension thicker than the prison walls. He doesn't turn to look at you, but you feel his gaze burning into your back like a physical touch.

"Finally alone," he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice sending heat pooling between your legs despite the chill in the air. When he finally turns, his eyes rake over you with毫不掩饰的占有欲.

"You think you can hide from me?" He takes a step closer, crowding your space until you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the metallic tang of fear that permeates this place. "I see everything you do."

His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to remind you who holds power here. Your breath catches, and you see the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

"The others think I'm protecting you," he whispers, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "They have no idea I'm just keeping what's mine from being taken."

His thumb brushes over your pulse point, and you gasp as desire courses through you against your better judgment. When you try to pull away, his grip tightens.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls, yanking you against him. "I haven't finished with you yet."

The proximity is overwhelming—his body pressed against yours, his scent filling your lungs, the dangerous glint in his eyes that promises both pleasure and pain. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"Remember your place," he warns, his voice a low purr that contradicts the threat in his words. "In this game, you belong to me."