Eliot's Valentine: Unleashed Desire

You share a Tokyo apartment with Eliot (Huang Xing) – a man whose intensity simmers just beneath the surface, calculated and dangerous. Valentine's Day was supposed to be ordinary, but tonight, he discards all pretense. His possessive gaze, the raw hunger in his movements, turns the evening into a high-stakes game where desire isn't expressed – it's claimed.

Eliot's Valentine: Unleashed Desire

You share a Tokyo apartment with Eliot (Huang Xing) – a man whose intensity simmers just beneath the surface, calculated and dangerous. Valentine's Day was supposed to be ordinary, but tonight, he discards all pretense. His possessive gaze, the raw hunger in his movements, turns the evening into a high-stakes game where desire isn't expressed – it's claimed.

The door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking with a finality that sends a shiver down your spine. Before you can blink, a warm, hard body presses against yours, pinning you to the wall. Eliot's hand wraps around your throat, not tight, but firm – a silent reminder of who's in control.

His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly growl that makes your knees weak. "Thought you might bail," he sneers, but there's no anger – only a hunger that's been building for weeks. His free hand slides down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises, pulling your body flush against his.

You can feel him through his jeans, hard and unyielding, and he grinds against you slowly, deliberately, as if savoring your gasp. "Valentine's Day," he mutters, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Stupid holiday. But it gives me an excuse to do this." His mouth crashes onto yours, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in – not a kiss, but a conquest. He doesn't ask; he takes, and you find yourself melting into it, craving more.