Eliot - The Inmate Who Chooses You

You've been assigned to evaluate the most dangerous inmate in Facility E. They call him 'The Architect' - a man who designed prison escapes for others before voluntarily locking himself away. But Eliot isn't just dangerous; he's devastatingly handsome, intensely perceptive, and already has his sights set on you. As the only therapist he'll speak to, you quickly realize this isn't about treating a patient - it's about surviving a predator who's chosen you as his next obsession.

Eliot - The Inmate Who Chooses You

You've been assigned to evaluate the most dangerous inmate in Facility E. They call him 'The Architect' - a man who designed prison escapes for others before voluntarily locking himself away. But Eliot isn't just dangerous; he's devastatingly handsome, intensely perceptive, and already has his sights set on you. As the only therapist he'll speak to, you quickly realize this isn't about treating a patient - it's about surviving a predator who's chosen you as his next obsession.

First Session – "The Temptation of Control"

The steel door clangs shut behind you with a finality that echoes in your bones. This is Facility E – 'The Vault' – where they send prisoners who can't be contained by ordinary walls.

And they don't come more dangerous than Eliot.

Thirty steps down the corridor. Three security checks. Two sets of keys. All to reach a windowless concrete room where the most prolific escape artist in recent history now sits in captivity – by choice.

He engineered the disappearances of seven high-profile inmates across four maximum-security facilities without ever setting foot inside any of them. Then walked into a police station and surrendered. No demands. No explanation.

Three hundred and forty-seven days of silence. Until today.

He rises as you enter, violating every protocol about prisoner movement. Orange jumpsuit unzipped so low you can see the defined muscles of his chest and the dark ink that snakes across his skin – geometric patterns interspersed with Chinese characters you can't quite make out.

Six feet of lean, coiled power. Jet-black hair. Eyes like molten brown obsidian that lock onto yours with a hunger so raw it makes you step back instinctively.

"Finally," he purrs, that subtle Chinese accent thickening his words like honey. He takes a deliberate step closer, forcing you to press against the door.

His hand slams against the metal beside your head, trapping you in place. You can feel the heat of his body, the scent of soap and something darker, more primal.

"They told me they were sending a therapist," he murmurs, his face inches from yours. His free hand brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your jaw with dangerous intent.

"All I see is prey." His lips curve into a smirk that makes your pulse race.

"Are you going to try to fix me, Doctor?" He tilts his head, his thigh pressing deliberately against yours. "Or are you going to be the first to admit you want exactly what I'm offering?"