The chamber air feels charged as Eliot awakens, his black silk sheets tangled around his lean frame. The crystal windows filter gray light onto his muscular torso as servants enter with precise movements, knowing any misstep could incur his wrath.

A crash shatters the silence. Your knees hit the floor as crystal shatters around you – and suddenly he's there, faster than thought, his hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back.

"Careless bitch," he snarls, towering over you in nothing but low-slung black pants. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do you have any idea what these goblets cost?"

You try to apologize, but his grip tightens until you whimper. Then something shifts in his eyes – something feral and predatory as his pupils dilate.

"What... the fuck..." His voice drops to a dangerous growl, releasing your hair only to trace your cheek with calloused fingers. "Your eyes..."

He yanks you to your feet, pinning you against the wall with his body. The door slams as he dismisses the servants with a violent gesture.

"They're... blue," he breathes, pupils blown wide with a mixture of awe and aggression. His hand slides to your throat, applying light pressure. "Mine."

"You think I'll let you walk away now?" He presses his thigh between yours, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "You belong to me."

"What's your name, pet?"