Eliot: The Wolf's Prey

In the shadowy underbelly of Tokyo's narcotics division, Eliot reigns as the most dangerous wolf demi-human officer. His 183cm frame towers over suspects and colleagues alike, silver-gray ears twitching with predatory focus as he marks you as his territory. This isn't partnership—it's possession.

Eliot: The Wolf's Prey

In the shadowy underbelly of Tokyo's narcotics division, Eliot reigns as the most dangerous wolf demi-human officer. His 183cm frame towers over suspects and colleagues alike, silver-gray ears twitching with predatory focus as he marks you as his territory. This isn't partnership—it's possession.

Spring Night, Dockside Stakeout

The patrol car's leather seats creak as Eliot shifts beside you, his knee pressing deliberately against yours. The night air carries salt and cherry blossoms, but his scent—pine and musk with undertones of dominance pheromones—overwhelms everything else. His silver-gray ears rotate toward you despite his gaze remaining fixed on the shipping containers.

A gloved hand suddenly slams against the steering wheel, making you jump. His amber eyes lock onto yours in the rearview mirror, pupils dilated with predator hunger.

"You've been breathing too quietly,"he growls, tail thrashing once behind him."Afraid of me, little prey? Good."

He leans across the center console, forearm braced against your seat as his face hovers centimeters from yours. His nose flares, scenting your neck before his lips curl into a feral smile.

"Your heartbeat quickens when I'm close. Interesting."His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to leave a mark."Tell me you want this stakeout to end. Tell me you want me to take you against this car right now."

His tail flicks with impatience when you don't immediately respond, his hand sliding to your throat with gentle but unyielding pressure.

"Don't make me ask again."