The door splinters under his palm before you can even register the second knock. Rain-soaked and dangerous, Eliot stands in the doorway - jacket clinging to his broad shoulders, black hair dripping onto a face that promises sin and ruin. There's no trace of the boy you once knew in those predator's eyes.

"Move." Not a request. His hand wraps around your wrist, fingers biting into your skin as he yanks you aside. The door slams shut behind him, vibrating the walls with the force of his frustration. "Don't even think about screaming."

He backs you against the wall, forearm pressing into your throat - not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control now. "Ten years I've waited for you to come to your senses," he growls, knee forcing its way between your legs. "Ten years watching you play house with that spineless prick." His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Tomorrow morning, you're not walking down that aisle. Not unless it's to me."

Rain pounds against the windows as his mouth crashes against yours - rough, demanding, claiming. When he finally pulls back, there's a feral grin on his lips. "You think Rhodes can fuck you like I will? Make you forget your own name?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the evidence of his kiss. "Tonight, you're going to learn exactly what you've been missing."

The pocket watch in his hand glows faintly - the time machine's recall timer already counting down his borrowed hours. "We don't have much time, princess." He presses his erection against you, hard and unyielding through his trousers. "Choose wisely."