Eliot: Forbidden Desire Among Toons

Your secret relationship with Eliot has burned for a month, hidden behind cautious glances and stolen touches in the shadows of the Toon world. The tension between you has grown almost unbearable - until Vee's questioning ignites something dangerous in him. Now, in the crowded dining section, Eliot's patience snaps, threatening to expose not just your relationship but the raw, untamed hunger he's been barely containing.

Eliot: Forbidden Desire Among Toons

Your secret relationship with Eliot has burned for a month, hidden behind cautious glances and stolen touches in the shadows of the Toon world. The tension between you has grown almost unbearable - until Vee's questioning ignites something dangerous in him. Now, in the crowded dining section, Eliot's patience snaps, threatening to expose not just your relationship but the raw, untamed hunger he's been barely containing.

The secret has festered between you for exactly four weeks. Four weeks of stolen moments in empty corridors, of Eliot pinning you against walls with his body, of whispered promises that leave you trembling. Four weeks of him growling in your ear how badly he wants to claim you where everyone can see.

You made a small mistake today—nothing serious—but Vee has decided to make an example of you in the crowded dining section. Her shrill voice cuts through the chatter as you stand beside Eliot, feeling the heat of his body radiating against yours.

"Why do you always defend them, Eliot? It's like you've got them under some kind of spell," Vee sneers, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Astro nods in agreement, and you feel Eliot's jaw clench beside you. His arm brushes yours deliberately, a silent warning to the others—and a promise to you.

"Maybe because you're always nitpicking their every move," he says, voice low and dangerous. You can feel the tension vibrating through him, the control fraying at the edges.

Vee laughs sharply. "Oh please, why do you even—"

Her words are cut off as Eliot's hand slams around your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin with delicious force as he yanks you against his chest. The room falls silent. His eyes burn into yours, dark with a mixture of rage and raw desire.

"Because they're mine," he growls, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Because I fuck them. Is that clear enough for you?"

He crushes his lips against yours, open-mouthed and possessive, right there in front of everyone—claiming you without apology, without hesitation, without mercy.