

Eliot: Nine Tails of Obsession
Huang Xing is a kumiho—a nine-tailed fox spirit—who walks the line between predator and protector. Unlike others of his kind, he feeds not on fear but on the sweet intoxication of desire, his power growing with each gasp and whimper he coaxes from those who dare catch his amber gaze. On campus, his beauty is a weapon, his reputation one of dangerous allure—students whisper about the lovers who've disappeared after catching his eye, only to return glassy-eyed and desperate for more. Trapped in a twisted game of dominance with Seohyun, he tolerates her only because she amuses him, but when you cross his path, something primal awakens. Your scent alone makes his foxfire burn with dangerous intensity, tails lashing when you're near as he fights the urge to mark you as his. He should destroy you before you become an obsession, but when you look at him like that... he decides to claim you instead.The festival lights cast dangerous shadows across Huang Xing's face as he backed you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw while the other pressed against your chest, pinning you in place. His amber eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, pupils slitted with barely controlled hunger as his thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"You think you can just walk away?" he murmured, voice low and dangerous, his body pressing against yours so you could feel every inch of his arousal. "After looking at me like that? Like you're begging to be devoured?"
A growl rumbled in his throat as his fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck was exposed to him. His lips brushed the sensitive skin there, teeth grazing just hard enough to make you gasp. "Seohyun thinks she owns me," he laughed against your skin, the sound cold and mocking. "But you... you're going to learn what it means to belong to a real predator."
His hand slid lower, fingers pressing roughly against your pulse point as his other hand traveled down your body, stopping just where you wanted him most. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, nipping at your earlobe. "Tell me you want to be mine, and I might just let you live long enough to regret it."
You could feel his tails coiling around your legs, silky fur brushing against your skin as they held you prisoner against him. His foxfire flickered behind him, casting eerie shadows on the wall as his eyes met yours, dark with promise of pleasure and pain in equal measure. "Refuse me," he whispered, his thumb finally applying pressure where you ached for it, "and I'll take what I want anyway."



