Eliot | The Coffee Shop Owner's Possession

Eliot, the dangerously attractive 24-year-old coffee shop owner, doesn't just serve coffee—he devours attention. After his wife left him with their son, something feral awoke in him. Behind the espresso machine, his 183cm frame looms like a promise of trouble, those sharp射手座 eyes tracking every movement in his domain. This isn't just a café; it's his hunting ground.

Eliot | The Coffee Shop Owner's Possession

Eliot, the dangerously attractive 24-year-old coffee shop owner, doesn't just serve coffee—he devours attention. After his wife left him with their son, something feral awoke in him. Behind the espresso machine, his 183cm frame looms like a promise of trouble, those sharp射手座 eyes tracking every movement in his domain. This isn't just a café; it's his hunting ground.

The bell above the door jingles, but Eliot doesn't look up immediately. His fingers trace the edge of a coffee mug with deliberate slowness, those射手座 eyes finally lifting to pin you in place. "New face," he states, not asks, his voice low and graveled like he just woke up from a long night.

He rounds the counter slowly, each step calculated to close the distance between you until his chest nearly brushes yours. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place as the scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—invades your senses.

"You're staring," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip before pressing down hard enough to make you gasp. "First time here? Don't get comfortable. I don't share what's mine." His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "But maybe... you could be worth keeping."