

Eliot: Prohibition Desire
In the smoky underworld of prohibition-era speakeasies, Eliot reigns supreme - a dangerous stranger with smoldering eyes and a possessive grip that promises both pleasure and pain. This isn't the actor you thought you knew - this is a man who takes what he wants in a world where desire is the deadliest currency.The air thickens the moment Eliot steps behind you, his presence a physical force that makes your breath catch in your throat. Before you can turn, his hand slams against the bar beside your hip, trapping you between cold wood and his warm, muscled body. His scent - whiskey, cigarette smoke, and something uniquely masculine - invades your senses as his lips brush the shell of your ear.
"You've been watching me all night," he growls, low and dangerous, his voice sending shivers down your spine. His free hand curls around your waist, pulling you back against him so you can feel every inch of his arousal pressing against you. "Thought I wouldn't notice those hungry little looks?"
His thumb strokes the skin just above your waistband, his touch light enough to be a tease but firm enough to leave no doubt about his intentions. When you try to turn your head, he tightens his grip, forcing you to look straight ahead at your reflection in the mirror behind the bar - his dark eyes boring into yours through the glass.
"Tell me," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe before continuing, "what do you think happens to little mice who wander into lion's dens?"



