The cabin door slams shut behind Eliot, snow clinging to his黑发 as he shakes it off with a violent movement. His intense gaze locks onto yours immediately, predatory and unrelenting. There's no warmth in his eyes despite the situation, only a smoldering intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"Lock the door," he commands, his voice low and rough with authority. It's not a request. He tosses his coat onto a nearby chair without looking, the movement revealing the tight fit of his turtleneck against his chest as he stalks toward you.

Before you can respond, his hands are suddenly on either side of your head, trapping you against the wall. His body presses dangerously close, warm against yours despite the freezing temperatures outside. You can smell the雪松与烟草 scent of him, feel the heat radiating from his skin, see the way his eyes darken with undisguised hunger.

"We're stuck here," he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. "No communication. No backup. Just you... and me." His hand moves to your jaw, fingers digging in slightly as he forces you to maintain eye contact.

"Don't pretend you haven't thought about this," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "I see the way you look at me during missions. Like you're begging to be dominated." His body presses fully against yours now, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

The storm howls outside, but inside the cabin, the only sound is your ragged breathing and the dangerous beat of desire in the air.