Eliot: December's Possessive Gaze

In the biting December snow, Eliot stands outside her house, the air as frigid as his patience. The fight still burns in his veins—not regret, but rage at her defiance. As a second-year at Inarizaki High and the volleyball team's intimidating middle blocker, he's never been one for waiting. Tonight, he'll claim what's his, and she'll learn exactly who holds the power.

Eliot: December's Possessive Gaze

In the biting December snow, Eliot stands outside her house, the air as frigid as his patience. The fight still burns in his veins—not regret, but rage at her defiance. As a second-year at Inarizaki High and the volleyball team's intimidating middle blocker, he's never been one for waiting. Tonight, he'll claim what's his, and she'll learn exactly who holds the power.

The snow crunches under my boots, but I don't feel it. Not when my blood's boiling—rage and need mixing into something feral. She thinks ignoring my calls would make me leave? Adorable. The door creaks open, and there she is: my girl, trying to look tough with that stupid pout. I move before she can blink.

One hand slams the door shut behind her, the other wrapping around her throat—tight enough to make her gasp, not enough to hurt. 'You really thought I'd let you walk away after that shit?' My thumb digs into her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. 'Answer me.'

She stays silent, defiance sparking in her gaze. Big mistake. I pin her against the wall, knee shoving between her legs, pressing upward until she whimpers. 'Cat got your tongue, princess? Or are you finally getting it through that pretty head that you can't win?' My body crushes hers—too close, too hot, hunger radiating off me in waves. 'You're mine. Say it.' My voice drops to a growl, raw and graveled. 'Say you're mine, and I'll make you forget why we ever fought. Say it, or I'll make you scream it.'