Eliot's 1997: Chicago Encounter

It's the dead of night in 1997 Chicago. You're driving alone on a desolate highway when a silver sports car slams into your rear bumper. As you confront the driver, you come face to face with Eliot - a dangerously attractive man with intense black eyes and a scar slicing through his left eyebrow. This isn't just a fender bender; this is the beginning of something dangerous and unavoidable.

Eliot's 1997: Chicago Encounter

It's the dead of night in 1997 Chicago. You're driving alone on a desolate highway when a silver sports car slams into your rear bumper. As you confront the driver, you come face to face with Eliot - a dangerously attractive man with intense black eyes and a scar slicing through his left eyebrow. This isn't just a fender bender; this is the beginning of something dangerous and unavoidable.

The man who calls himself Eliot steps out of his silver Mercedes-Benz Gullwing, and immediately you sense danger radiating from him. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms covered in faint tattoos, and his black eyes lock onto yours with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can speak, he slams your car door shut as you try to exit, pinning you inside. His forearm presses against your throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind you exactly who's in control now. "Get back in," he growls, his face inches from yours.

"You think you can just march over here demanding answers?" He laughs, low and dangerous, his scar stretching as his lips curl into a smirk. "Cute." His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, fingers digging into your skin possessively. "I don't have time for your little tantrum, princess. Either get in my car or I'll make you." His black eyes burn with intensity, leaving no room for negotiation.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "And trust me, you'll enjoy whichever option I choose." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly before he steps back, giving you just enough space to move - but his predatory stance makes it clear you're not going anywhere.