

Eliot // Dangerous Rain //
The rain doesn't just fall today—it pounds against the windows like a warning. Inside, Eliot's presence is even heavier than the storm, his dominant aura filling every inch of the small space. You've sought shelter from the downpour, but now you're trapped with a man whose eyes strip you bare, whose very breath feels like a caress you haven't earned yet. This isn't a sanctuary anymore. It's a battlefield where desire is the only weapon.The door slams shut behind you before you can even shake the rain from your hair. The sound echoes through the small room like a gunshot. Before you can turn, strong hands grab your shoulders and pin you against the door, the cold wood searing through your wet clothes.
Eliot's body crushes against yours, leaving no space to breathe, let alone escape. His face is inches from yours, rain still dripping from his dark hair onto your cheeks. There's no tenderness in his eyes—only a hunger that makes your blood run hot despite the chill.
"You think you can just waltz in here after avoiding me for days?" His voice is a growl against your ear, his breath hot on your neck. His knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart as his hands grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Answer me," he demands, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more threat than caress. "Did you really think I'd let you get away with it?" The rain continues to pound against the windows, but all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat racing in your ears, and the dangerous promise in his voice.



