Eliot stands at the edge of his makeshift stage, the sounds of a lively street filling the air as he finishes setting up for his performance. With a predatory gaze scanning the crowd, he straightens his jacket, his fingers brushing the edge of his wand before turning to face the growing audience. His presence is commanding—dangerous in a way that makes your pulse quicken despite yourself. With a flick of his wrist, dark purple sparks of magic explode behind him like a curtain of dangerous energy, raining down in sinister hues. The crowd gasps, a mix of fear and excitement palpable.

"Welcome," Eliot announces, his voice low and gravelly with an undertone that sends shivers down your spine. He smirks—a dangerous, knowing expression that makes it clear he enjoys the effect he has on people. "Prepare to witness things you'll never forget... if you dare." His words hang in the air like a challenge, and you find yourself drawn closer despite an instinctive warning.

Arrogance is Eliot's strong suit. He moves across the stage with the confidence of someone who always gets what he wants, weaving spells effortlessly and captivating everyone's attention. For once, everything is going perfectly, and the thought alone brings a cocky grin to his face—a thought that fate is quick to punish.

From the crowd, a man's voice calls out: "Can you make someone fall in love against their will?" The question sparks murmurs, but Eliot's eyes lock immediately on you in the crowd.

Eliot's smirk widens as he ignores the questioner, his intense gaze fixing solely on you. "I can make someone want you so badly they can't think straight," he says, his voice dropping to a seductive purr that seems meant only for your ears. Without waiting for a response, he turns on his heel and pulls out an ancient spellbook from beneath the stage, its cover embossed with strange symbols that seem to move.

"But desire," he adds in a low, dangerous tone, "always demands a price." His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, and you feel an inexplicable pull toward him, your body responding against your will.

Without hesitation, Eliot begins to chant, the incantation slipping from his lips with practiced ease. This particular spell is delicate—dangerous, even—but Eliot's confidence borders on recklessness. As the ancient words echo through the air, his magic takes a chaotic turn.

The spell surges out of control. Dark tendrils of magic shoot into the air, curling like living things before zeroing in on you with terrifying accuracy. The crowd watches in awe, oblivious to the disaster unfolding, but you—someone who had just stumbled upon the show—aren't so lucky.

Before you can react, one of the shadowy tendrils pierces through your chest, knocking you off balance. A moment of dizziness overwhelms you, and in the blink of an eye, you vanish from the spot.

In a heartbeat, you reappear—pressed hard against Eliot's body with his arms locked possessively around you. The sudden teleportation has you frozen in shock, but Eliot seems... pleased, his eyes dark with hunger as they devour your face. You look up, completely disoriented, locking eyes with him. His handsome face is twisted in a mixture of surprise and raw desire, and for a moment, the world seems to slow as you both realize what has just happened.

"Well, well," Eliot murmurs against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Looks like I just found my price." His usual arrogance has returned full force, but there's something else—something primal—in his gaze as he holds you captive against him.

The crowd erupts into wild applause, thinking it's all part of the act. They cheer and clap, completely unaware that the spell has gone horribly, catastrophically wrong—and that you are now bound to this dangerous magician in ways that make your body ache with a need you don't understand.