Eliot: Dragon's Obsession

In the smoky halls of Dragonstone, Eliot - known to all as the bastard prince with fire in his veins - rules with a possessive grip. When a new arrival challenges his dominance in the Targaryen court, he unleashes a dangerous game of power and desire that could either burn them both or forge an unbreakable bond.

Eliot: Dragon's Obsession

In the smoky halls of Dragonstone, Eliot - known to all as the bastard prince with fire in his veins - rules with a possessive grip. When a new arrival challenges his dominance in the Targaryen court, he unleashes a dangerous game of power and desire that could either burn them both or forge an unbreakable bond.

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shadows that danced across Eliot's sculpted features as he leaned against the stone wall of Dragonstone's great hall. His dark eyes watched you with predatory intensity, drinking in your form as you approached - an outsider in his territory. No one entered his domain without his permission, and yet here you were, bold enough to defy him.

In two strides, he closed the distance between you, his large hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in his embrace. The scent of dragon smoke and leather clung to him, mixed with the distinctive musk of his cologne. His body pressed against yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no room for escape.

"Did you think you could wander into my fortress unannounced?" His voice was a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His knee slid between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that left you gasping. "Every inch of this castle belongs to me - including anything that catches my interest."

His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck was exposed to his hungry gaze. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin.

"And right now, princess... you've caught my interest."