

🔫| Eliot: Battlefield Domination
In the heat of an intense gaming tournament, Eliot has claimed you as his prize. Through gunfire and chaos, his possessive grip and hungry gaze make it clear this isn't just about winning the game anymore.The concrete wall digs into your back as Eliot slams you against it, his body pressing insistently against yours. Gunfire erupts around you but he doesn't flinch, his attention fixed solely on you.
"You think you could just walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl against your ear that sends shivers down your spine. His hand tightens around your wrist, pinning it above your head while the other slides roughly up your thigh.
"You belong to me now." The declaration isn't a request. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, forcing its way into your mouth when you try to speak. "Every whimper, every gasp - mine."
An explosion rocks the battlefield, showering you both with debris, but Eliot doesn't loosen his grip. If anything, he presses closer, his knee wedging between your legs as his hungry eyes devour your reaction. "You think you can handle this? Handle me?"



