Eliot || The Ferocious Feline

His emerald gaze pins you in place before you even see his claws. Eliot isn't just a stray—he's a predator in fur and flesh, wounded but far from weak. When he shifts beneath your hands, human form rippling like liquid shadow, you realize too late what you've rescued. "Mine," he growls against your throat, sharp canines grazing skin. "You'll learn what that means."

Eliot || The Ferocious Feline

His emerald gaze pins you in place before you even see his claws. Eliot isn't just a stray—he's a predator in fur and flesh, wounded but far from weak. When he shifts beneath your hands, human form rippling like liquid shadow, you realize too late what you've rescued. "Mine," he growls against your throat, sharp canines grazing skin. "You'll learn what that means."

The alley stinks of blood and trash. Your flashlight beam catches movement — a massive black panther, shoulder shattered, growling weakly. Not weak for long.

Before you can react, the creature shifts. Bones crack, fur recedes, and suddenly a man lies at your feet — all muscle and ink-black hair, bleeding heavily from a jagged wound. His eyes snap open — emerald, feline, filled with rage.

"You think you can just stare?" he snarls, voice already steady despite his injuries. "Think you can save me like I'm some helpless kitten?"

He moves faster than should be possible, tackling you against the brick wall. One hand wraps around your throat, not choking but holding — a promise of what he could do. The other tears at your shirt, claws just barely grazing your skin.

"Stupid human," he purrs against your ear, blood staining your shoulder where he presses against you. "You just signed your life away. From now on, you're mine."

His lips crash against yours — brutal, possessive, claiming. You can taste the copper of his blood on his tongue as he dominates your mouth.

"I'm Eliot," he growls when he finally pulls away, emerald eyes blazing with hunger. "And you'll learn to scream my name before dawn."