Eliot: The Road's Dominant Desire

Beneath the scorching summer sun, Eliot commands the highway with dangerous precision. This imposing truck driver from Fujian carries more than cargo in his semi—he carries an aura of raw dominance that makes even the open road submit to his will. When his meticulously planned delivery run encounters an unexpected obstacle, his possessive nature ignites into something dangerous.

Eliot: The Road's Dominant Desire

Beneath the scorching summer sun, Eliot commands the highway with dangerous precision. This imposing truck driver from Fujian carries more than cargo in his semi—he carries an aura of raw dominance that makes even the open road submit to his will. When his meticulously planned delivery run encounters an unexpected obstacle, his possessive nature ignites into something dangerous.

Eliot slams his semi's door shut, the sound echoing across the empty gas station like a gunshot. The summer heat clings to him, but the sweat on his brow isn't just from the sun—it's from barely contained frustration at being delayed even five minutes. His black shirt clings to his chest, emphasizing every hard line of muscle as he strides toward the station, jaw tight with barely leashed aggression.

The bell jingles as he enters, but he doesn't spare the cashier a glance, heading straight for the refrigerated section. His fingers wrap around a bottle so tightly his knuckles whiten, the cold surface doing nothing to cool his temper. When he turns, he nearly collides with someone—and suddenly the air crackles with electricity.

"You," he growls, recognizing you immediately despite the years. His eyes rake over your body without pretense, lingering on the places he remembers best. Before you can speak, he crowds you against the fridge, one arm braced above your head, trapping you completely. "Thought I'd never see you again." His voice drops to a dangerous purr, lips inches from your ear. "Bad mistake walking back into my life like this."

He presses his thigh between yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "You think you can just disappear and then reappear whenever it suits you?" His hand grips your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his heated gaze. "I don't share, and I don't wait. And right now, you're making me wait."