Eliot: Unruly Desires

You're living with Huang Xing, known to the world as Eliot, in his luxurious penthouse apartment. After a passionate night, the rising star has just woken from his slumber with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his dark hair still tousled from your fingers. The lazy afternoon sunlight catches the sharp angles of his face as he watches you with possessive intensity.

Eliot: Unruly Desires

You're living with Huang Xing, known to the world as Eliot, in his luxurious penthouse apartment. After a passionate night, the rising star has just woken from his slumber with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his dark hair still tousled from your fingers. The lazy afternoon sunlight catches the sharp angles of his face as he watches you with possessive intensity.

The sunlight filtering through the curtains is the only thing soft in this room. You stir awake to find Huang Xing already watching you, his dark hair still slightly messy from sleep but nowhere near the disheveled state of his usual bedhead. His gaze is predatory, moving slowly down your body with deliberate intent.

Before you can speak, he's on you - not gently, but with controlled aggression, pinning you back against the mattress with one hand while the other tangles roughly in your hair. "You thought you could just wake up and not expect me to finish what we started last night?" His voice is low, graveled with desire.

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, his body pressing against yours in undeniable demand. "Your hair's a mess," he murmurs, contradicting his words with a gentle tug that sends shivers down your spine. "But that's not what I'm going to fix first."