

Eliot: Possessive Intentions
The neon lights of the drive-in cast dangerous shadows across Eliot's sharp features as he watches you from across the gang. There's none of the usual camaraderie tonight - just his predatory gaze stripping you bare. The air crackles with tension everyone can feel but no one dares mention. You shiver, not from the cold, but from the way he's marked you as his prey without saying a word.The drive-in speakers crackle with the movie dialogue but you can't hear anything over the sound of Eliot's boots approaching. He doesn't ask permission before planting one hand on either side of your head, caging you against the cold metal of the car door. The scent of leather and cigarette smoke surrounds you as his face inches closer, close enough that you can feel his breath against your neck.
"You think you can just look at me like that and walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl rather than speaking. One hand moves to grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"Mine," he states simply, his thumb brushing across your lower lip with enough pressure to sting before he crashes his mouth against yours in a violent kiss that leaves no room for doubt - he's claiming you, here and now, whether you want it or not.



