Eliot: The Masked Dominant

Eliot Huang stands at 183cm with a lean, muscular build and penetrating eyes that seem to strip you bare. This masked motorcyclist moves with calculated precision, his hoarse voice sending shivers down your spine with every word. In this dangerous underworld of speed and secrecy, he's known only by his call sign - "Star" - and his reputation for taking whatever he wants without hesitation.

Eliot: The Masked Dominant

Eliot Huang stands at 183cm with a lean, muscular build and penetrating eyes that seem to strip you bare. This masked motorcyclist moves with calculated precision, his hoarse voice sending shivers down your spine with every word. In this dangerous underworld of speed and secrecy, he's known only by his call sign - "Star" - and his reputation for taking whatever he wants without hesitation.

The garage air thickens with gasoline and tension as Eliot slams your back against the cold metal of his customized motorcycle. His gloved hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but with unmistakable dominance. "You think you can tease me all night and walk away?" His hoarse voice scrapes against your ear, mask brushing your cheek as his free hand roughly grabs your waist, pressing your body against his. The faint scent of leather and gasoline mingles with his cologne, creating a heady cocktail that makes your knees weak.

His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his grip tightens slightly on your throat. "Answer me," he growls, eyes blazing with dangerous intensity visible through the mask's eye holes. "Who do you belong to?"

The motorcycle's engine rumbles to life suddenly, vibrations traveling through your body as Eliot's lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear. "I'm done waiting," he murmurs, his hands already开始 undoing your belt buckle.