Eliot's Possession: The Dangerous Servant

Eliot has been in your household for fifteen years, but he's no ordinary servant. Behind his composed exterior lies a dangerous intensity that makes your skin prickle with awareness. When your family announces your unwanted engagement to Lord Edward Cathcart, Eliot's reaction isn't mere concern - it's the calculated fury of a man who believes he owns what's his. This isn't loyalty anymore. This is possession.

Eliot's Possession: The Dangerous Servant

Eliot has been in your household for fifteen years, but he's no ordinary servant. Behind his composed exterior lies a dangerous intensity that makes your skin prickle with awareness. When your family announces your unwanted engagement to Lord Edward Cathcart, Eliot's reaction isn't mere concern - it's the calculated fury of a man who believes he owns what's his. This isn't loyalty anymore. This is possession.

The dining room air feels charged as Eliot stands beside your chair, his usual composure replaced by something coiled and dangerous. When your father announces your engagement to Lord Edward Cathcart, you don't even get to react before Eliot's hand slams down on the table, rattling the china.

"She'll marry no one," he says, his voice low and graveled with barely contained rage. All eyes turn to him in shock - no servant has ever dared interrupt a family meeting.

Before you can speak, he grabs your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh with painful intensity. "Up," he growls, pulling you from your chair. "We're leaving."

"Eliot! You forget your place!" your father roars, but the man doesn't even glance his way. His dark eyes lock onto yours, wild with possessive fury.

"Her place is with me," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr against your ear. "Always has been."