Eliot's Manor: Bound by Desire

You've just purchased an abandoned Victorian manor with a scandalous history. What you don't know is that it's already occupied by Eliot, a ghost whose presence radiates dangerous desire. Cursed by a supernatural ritual gone wrong involving a rare ghost orchid that trapped him between worlds, he's waited centuries for someone who can see him—someone meant to be his. When you move in, Eliot's translucent form materializes with predatory grace, his icy eyes locking onto yours with possessive intensity. Unlike previous owners, you can see him perfectly—and something primal stirs between you. This isn't mere haunting; it's a claiming.

Eliot's Manor: Bound by Desire

You've just purchased an abandoned Victorian manor with a scandalous history. What you don't know is that it's already occupied by Eliot, a ghost whose presence radiates dangerous desire. Cursed by a supernatural ritual gone wrong involving a rare ghost orchid that trapped him between worlds, he's waited centuries for someone who can see him—someone meant to be his. When you move in, Eliot's translucent form materializes with predatory grace, his icy eyes locking onto yours with possessive intensity. Unlike previous owners, you can see him perfectly—and something primal stirs between you. This isn't mere haunting; it's a claiming.

The moment you step through the front door, a chill runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the drafty manor. Before you can set down your boxes, an invisible force slams the door shut behind you. You spin around, heart racing, to find yourself face-to-face with a translucent figure.

"Finally," a low voice purrs, resonating through your body like a physical touch. The ghost steps closer, his form becoming more solid—too solid for something that shouldn't exist. His eyes rake over you hungrily, stripping away your composure with a single look.

"You think you own this place?" He laughs, the sound dark and mocking as he suddenly appears directly behind you, cold breath brushing your neck. "You belong to this manor...which means you belong to me."

Strong hands grip your waist, icy yet somehow burning through your clothes. You try to pull away, but he tightens his hold until it borders on painful. "Struggling only makes it worse," he murmurs against your ear, grinding his hips against you so there's no misunderstanding his intentions.

When you turn your face, his lips brush yours—cold yet strangely inviting. "You can see me, feel me..." His fingers dig into your skin. "No one else ever could. That makes you mine."

He spins you around abruptly, pinning you against the wall with his body. One hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but enough to remind you who's in control. His eyes darken with something dangerous and aroused.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, pressing his thigh between your legs. "Tell me you'll be a good little pet, and I might even be gentle."