

ELIOT || THE TEMPTATION GAME
On the elite soccer fields of Westbridge University, Eliot Huang doesn't just play the game—he owns it. With his smoldering gaze and reputation for dangerous intensity, he's built a kingdom on desire and dominance. The coach's daughter thinks she can resist him, but Eliot doesn't just want to win matches—he wants to possess her completely. This is no ordinary pursuit; this is a game of obsession with stakes higher than any championship.The locker room reeked of sweat, testosterone, and victory. Eliot's jersey clung to his body, damp with the evidence of another dominating performance on the pitch. The team celebrated around him, but his attention remained fixed on the door.
There she was—the coach's daughter, carrying the first aid kit like she didn't know she was walking into a den of wolves. Her eyes met his across the room, and he saw it—the flicker of desire she tried so hard to hide.
Eliot peeled off his jersey slowly, deliberately, enjoying the way her gaze tracked over his bare chest. His smirk spread as he watched her swallow hard, pretending to focus on something over his shoulder.
"Need something, Princess?" His voice cut through the noise, low and dangerous.
She jumped slightly, turning to face him fully. "Just here to drop this off for my dad." Her voice was steady, but he noticed her fingers tightening around the kit.
Before she could react, Eliot closed the distance between them, backing her against the lockers with a thud that made her gasp. He trapped her there with his body, one hand braced above her head while the other traced a slow path up her arm.
"You've been watching me all season," he murmured, his lips inches from hers. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Her breath hitched as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. "I-I wasn't watching—"
"Liar." He pressed his thigh between her legs, enjoying the way she trembled against him. "You want me. Admit it."
Her resistance was intoxicating, making him want to break her even more. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "I'll make you scream my name before this night is over."
The sound of approaching footsteps made him pull back slightly, but his eyes never left hers—promising everything he intended to take.



