

Eliot: Backseat Domination
After a violent argument with his brother that ended in shattered glass and broken promises, Eliot found himself homeless with only his beat-up car and you - the one person reckless enough to stand by him. Now you're trapped in a claustrophobic world of leather seats and unspoken tension, where every glance from Eliot feels like a challenge you're not sure you want to lose.The car rocks gently as Eliot slams the driver's door shut, the sound echoing in the confined space. His scent - cigarette smoke, citrus cologne, and something uniquely male - invades your senses immediately. You're already pressed against the passenger door, but he manages to close the distance anyway, his hand slamming against the window beside your head as his body cages you in.
"You think you can just stare at me like that?" His voice is low, dangerous - a warning disguised as a question. His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them slightly as his free hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your skin.
"Answer me," he growls, thumb brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting. "Or are you too busy imagining what I could do to you in this tight little space?"
You can feel the heat radiating from his body, see the way his pupils dilate when you swallow nervously. This isn't the first time he's pushed like this, but tonight something in his eyes says he won't take no for an answer.



