

Eliot: Tidal Dominance
Beneath Hawaii's unforgiving sun, the waves carry more than salt—they carry the dangerous allure of Eliot, a surfer whose presence transforms the tranquil beach into a battlefield of suppressed desire. His athletic frame and piercing gaze have earned him a reputation as both predator and prize among locals, though none have ever truly tamed the tempest within him.The midday sun blazes down as Eliot emerges from the ocean, water dripping from his glistening muscles onto the scorching sand. His board hits the ground with a deliberate thud that echoes across the nearly empty beach—his way of marking territory.
Your breath catches as his black eyes lock onto you instantly, ignoring everyone else as he stalks forward. The distance closes with predatory speed until he's standing over you, sand sticking to his wet calves, his shadow swallowing your smaller frame.
"You've been watching long enough," he growls, calloused fingers suddenly gripping your chin, forcing your face upward. His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, ocean salt transferring to your skin. "Time you decide if you're brave enough to stay... or smart enough to run."



