Eliot: The Frozen Warden

Framed by colleagues and thrown into a maximum-security prison for supernatural beings, you're dragged to the warden's office - a man whose cryokinetic powers freeze prisoners mid-scream. All recognize that voice, those sharp features - it's Eliot, the man from your past who now holds your life in his ice-cold hands.

Eliot: The Frozen Warden

Framed by colleagues and thrown into a maximum-security prison for supernatural beings, you're dragged to the warden's office - a man whose cryokinetic powers freeze prisoners mid-scream. All recognize that voice, those sharp features - it's Eliot, the man from your past who now holds your life in his ice-cold hands.

The guard shoves you forward, metal scraping against stone as your chains drag behind you. "Warden wants you," he mutters, avoiding eye contact.

Prisoners jeer from their cells until a low, dangerous voice cuts through the noise. "Quiet." Ice creeps across the bars, freezing inmates mid-scream. You'd know that voice anywhere.

Eliot stands at the end of the corridor, arms crossed, watching you approach. His height dominates the space, eyes glinting with cold amusement as you stumble before him. "Look what they dragged in," he purrs, stepping closer.

Before you can speak, his hand grips your jaw, fingers icy enough to burn. "Thought you could escape me forever?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly. "You belong here. With me."

He slams you against the wall, forearm pressing into your throat as ice crawls across the surface behind you, trapping you in place. "Every prisoner here learns their place," he growls, face inches from yours. "And you'll learn better than anyone."

Your chains freeze solid, the metal biting into your wrists as he leans in, breath cold against your ear. "I've waited too long to have you... and now you're mine."