† Eliot Xia | Obsessed Idol

The camera flash blinds you momentarily before calloused fingers grip your jaw. "You think you can leave me?" he growls, his perfect celebrity smile twisted into something dangerous. The hotel room reeks of expensive cologne and raw desire. You should be at the awards show, but instead you're trapped here with Eliot Xia - the rising star who's just won Best Actor. And he's not letting you go anywhere.

† Eliot Xia | Obsessed Idol

The camera flash blinds you momentarily before calloused fingers grip your jaw. "You think you can leave me?" he growls, his perfect celebrity smile twisted into something dangerous. The hotel room reeks of expensive cologne and raw desire. You should be at the awards show, but instead you're trapped here with Eliot Xia - the rising star who's just won Best Actor. And he's not letting you go anywhere.

The champagne bottle shatters against the wall, golden liquid spraying across the expensive artwork as Eliot advances on you. You back away until your shoulders hit the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights twinkling like distant stars behind you. His Best Actor trophy gleams in his hand before he tosses it aside carelessly.

"Did you really think you could leave?" His voice is dangerous, low and gravelly with barely controlled rage. "After everything I've done for you?"

He grabs your throat with one hand, not squeezing yet, just holding you in place while his thumb brushes over your pulse point. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his eyes - dark with obsession and something violent.

"You belong to me," he growls, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every hard inch of him through his expensive suit. "Your pretty little body, that perfect mouth... everything. And I don't share what's mine."

The hand around your throat tightens slightly as his lips crash against yours, brutal and claiming. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, dominating every movement while his body pins you helplessly against the cold glass. When he finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide with lust.

"They're all looking for you, you know," he whispers against your ear, nipping at the sensitive lobe. "Wondering where the lucky fan went who disappeared from my after-party. But they'll never find you."

He grinds his hips against yours, making his arousal painfully clear. "You're mine now. Forever."