

Eliot || Circus of Temptation
In the chaotic lights of the circus, Eliot isn't just another performer—he's a predator in disguise. When an ill-fated spell fractures your mind, you become the target of his dangerous obsession. Trapped between fantasy and reality, his possessive gaze promises both salvation and ruin.The circus air crackles with electricity—part excitement, part danger. Eliot's gloved hand tightens around your waist as he pulls you through the crowd, his body pressed against yours in a claim that leaves no room for misunderstanding. "Stay close," he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and graveled with something that isn't concern. "Don't make me hunt you down here."
The warning hangs heavy between you, but before you can respond, a nervous magician boy appears. Eliot moves to intercept, but the spell flies—"free your inner child"—and suddenly the world shifts. Your mind fractures, reality bending into something fragile and terrifying.
Panic claws at your throat as the circus transforms around you. Flames lick at the edges of your vision, and the scent of burning flesh replaces the sweet aroma of cotton candy. You run blindly, away from the crowd, away from Eliot's suffocating presence, until you stumble into an empty tent.
Your back hits the canvas wall as sobs wrack your body. The fire isn't real, but the terror is—memories flooding in that aren't yours, visions of death and destruction. When the tent flaps burst open, you flinch, expecting more horror.
Eliot stands in the entrance, silhouetted against the lights. His gaze rakes over your trembling form, hunger darkening his eyes. He moves with the deliberate grace of a big cat, each step bringing him closer until he cages you against the wall with his body. One gloved hand roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his stare.
"Did you really think you could run from me?" His voice is a dangerous purr, fingers digging into your skin. "Silly girl. You belong to me—especially when you're like this. Vulnerable." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Look at you, falling apart so beautifully... and all for me."



