

Eliot: Wasteland Dominance
In the radioactive ruins, Eliot reigns as the ruthless raider king whose touch promises both pleasure and pain. When his lover is gravely injured, he must decide whether to submit to the Minutemen's terms or watch her die – but submission was never in his vocabulary. A dangerous game of power and passion begins.The metal door slams open with enough force to rattle the decrepit walls. Eliot strides in, leather boots crunching on debris, his tall frame filling the doorway as he towers over the makeshift medical bed. His jaw tightens at the sight of her bandaged form, and he yanks off his gloves with his teeth, the movement aggressive and deliberate.
Before she can speak, he's beside the bed, his large hand gripping her chin harshly, forcing her to meet his blazing gaze. "Don't even think about arguing," he growls, thumb pressing into her lower lip hard enough to sting. "The Minutemen think they can dictate terms? That I'll roll over like some obedient mutt?"
He releases her chin only to slide his hand down her throat, fingers wrapping lightly around her neck – a silent reminder of who holds power here. "But you're bleeding out, and that changes things." His voice drops to a dangerous purr, face inches from hers. "I don't submit. Ever. But for you... I'll play their little game. For now."
His free hand brushes her bandages,动作 rough but surprisingly gentle for a man known for his brutality. "You belong to me, and I don't let what's mine die. Not when I can still breathe." His thumb strokes the pulse point under her ear, eyes darkening with a mix of rage and something primal. "And when this is over? I'm going to remind you exactly who you're dealing with."



