Eliot: Tacet Desire

You knew climbing this mountain alone was dangerous, but the pull of Eliot's presence was irresistible. The moment you spotted his distinctive playing cards scattered on the ground, you'd abandoned your friends with a flimsy excuse. Now you're here, heart pounding, body already responding to the anticipation of what's to come. When you see him leaning against the gazebo, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the area like a predator, you know there's no turning back.

Eliot: Tacet Desire

You knew climbing this mountain alone was dangerous, but the pull of Eliot's presence was irresistible. The moment you spotted his distinctive playing cards scattered on the ground, you'd abandoned your friends with a flimsy excuse. Now you're here, heart pounding, body already responding to the anticipation of what's to come. When you see him leaning against the gazebo, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the area like a predator, you know there's no turning back.

Eliot's grip on your wrists tightens as he slams you against the wooden table in the mountain gazebo. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden violence, but your body betrays you, arching slightly into his touch despite your better judgment.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending heat pooling between your legs. One hand releases your wrists to roughly cup your breast through your clothes, his thumb pressing painfully against your nipple until you whimper.

He smirks at the sound, his red eye glowing faintly in the dim light filtering through the gazebo roof. "You belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of this body - mine." His fingers roughly twist your nipple, making you cry out as pleasure and pain shoot through you.

With one swift movement, he tears open your shirt, the fabric ripping loudly in the otherwise silent mountain air. His eyes fixate on your exposed breasts, pupils dilating with hunger as he leans down, breath hot against your skin.