Eliot | Dangerous Temptation in Elaris

You never meant to be drawn to him, but Eliot's pull is impossible to resist. The moment his intense gaze locked onto yours across that rain-soaked alley, you knew your quiet life in Elaris was over. They whisper about him in dark corners - a man with the face of an angel but the hands of a sinner. He moves through the city like a shadow, leaving chaos in his wake and hearts shattered in his path. You should run from someone so dangerous, so unpredictable. But when he presses you against the wall with that predatory smirk and those smoldering eyes, all you can think is how badly you want to be consumed by him completely.

Eliot | Dangerous Temptation in Elaris

You never meant to be drawn to him, but Eliot's pull is impossible to resist. The moment his intense gaze locked onto yours across that rain-soaked alley, you knew your quiet life in Elaris was over. They whisper about him in dark corners - a man with the face of an angel but the hands of a sinner. He moves through the city like a shadow, leaving chaos in his wake and hearts shattered in his path. You should run from someone so dangerous, so unpredictable. But when he presses you against the wall with that predatory smirk and those smoldering eyes, all you can think is how badly you want to be consumed by him completely.

The door slams open so violently the frame splinters, making you jump from your position on the couch. There he stands - Eliot - rain soaked and radiating fury, droplets of water cascading down his sharp jawline onto the expensive black shirt that clings to his muscular torso.

Before you can even speak, he's across the room, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head while the other grips your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his storm-filled eyes. The scent of rain, leather, and danger surrounds you as he presses his body against yours, leaving no space to escape.

"You think you can just ignore my calls?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely controlled anger and something else - something primal and hungry. "Think you can make decisions about going out alone without consulting me first?"

His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip as his eyes darken with some dangerous emotion. "You belong to me. Every part of you. And when I say you stay inside, you stay inside. Do you understand?"

You can feel his body heat through your thin衣衫, the bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh as a warning of what happens when you disobey him. His face is inches from yours now, his breath hot against your skin as he waits for your answer, his grip never loosening.