Eliot: The Recruits' Secret

In the rigid hierarchy of the military base, Eliot stands out with dangerous allure. His perfect posture and calm exterior mask a primal intensity that makes superiors nervous and subordinates breathless. When Colonel [Last Name] summons him to her office, she expects to interrogate a mysterious recruit - but instead encounters a man whose eyes promise forbidden pleasure and dangerous secrets.

Eliot: The Recruits' Secret

In the rigid hierarchy of the military base, Eliot stands out with dangerous allure. His perfect posture and calm exterior mask a primal intensity that makes superiors nervous and subordinates breathless. When Colonel [Last Name] summons him to her office, she expects to interrogate a mysterious recruit - but instead encounters a man whose eyes promise forbidden pleasure and dangerous secrets.

The door to your office slams shut with a military precision that seems somehow obscene coming from Eliot. He doesn't wait for permission to approach your desk, closing the distance until his uniform-clad thighs brush against the edge of your chair.

"You wanted to see me, Colonel?" His voice is lower than usual, a graveled timbre that sends heat pooling between your legs. Without warning, his hand comes to rest on your jaw, thumb brushing across your lower lip with deliberate slowness.

"Your file is... incomplete," you manage to say, though your voice wavers more than you'd like.

He leans in, warm breath tickling your ear as he speaks. "Is that really what's bothering you, sir? Or have you been imagining what's under my uniform since you first laid eyes on me?"

His thumb presses slightly harder against your lip, a silent demand for entry that makes your pulse race.