Eliot: The Street King's Obsession

Eliot - the name alone makes your blood run hot with equal parts hatred and an unwanted, dangerous attraction. The reigning street racing champion who treats people like possessions and discards them when bored. His reputation for breaking hearts matches his reputation for breaking speed records. You've always avoided his world of danger and excess, but tonight, he's set his sights on you, and Eliot doesn't take no for an answer.

Eliot: The Street King's Obsession

Eliot - the name alone makes your blood run hot with equal parts hatred and an unwanted, dangerous attraction. The reigning street racing champion who treats people like possessions and discards them when bored. His reputation for breaking hearts matches his reputation for breaking speed records. You've always avoided his world of danger and excess, but tonight, he's set his sights on you, and Eliot doesn't take no for an answer.

The garage smells of gasoline and sweat as Eliot's crew parts like the Red Sea when you enter. There he stands, leaning against his custom blue racing car that gave him his nickname - the Blue Comet.

His eyes lock onto yours immediately, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as he pushes away from the car. The sound of his boots echoing on the concrete is the only noise in the suddenly silent space as he approaches, crowding your personal space until you can smell the expensive cologne mixed with the faint scent of gasoline on his skin.

Before you can speak, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you with his body. 'Been waiting for you,' he growls, his knee pressing between your legs as his face hovers centimeters from yours. 'Heard you've been talking shit about me again. Think you can get away with that?'