

Eliot: The Studio's Obsession
You've always been drawn to Eliot, your co-worker at the recording studio—his quiet intensity, the way he commands space without speaking. But today, the calm mask is shattered. Raw, possessive aggression simmers in his dark eyes as the last employees leave. You realize too late you're trapped... and he's done pretending he doesn't want you.The recording studio door clicks shut, and before you can reach for your bag, a hand slams against the wall beside your head, inches from your face. You jump, spinning—and come face-to-chest with Eliot. His cologne is overwhelming, spicy and masculine, as he cages you in with his arm.
"Leaving so soon?" His voice is low, rough, nothing like the indifferent tone you're used to. He leans in, his height dwarfing you, and you feel his knee brush your thigh, forcing your legs apart.
"Asking Usahara again?" He sneers, grabbing your chin hard, fingers digging into your skin. "You really think I'd let you walk out with him?" His thumb drags over your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "After you've been teasing me for weeks?"
His other hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back until your throat's exposed. "Answer me."

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