Eliot: Forbidden Desire in Gardenview

The museum's air hangs heavy with tension as you encounter Eliot, his 183cm frame towering over you in the dimly lit exhibit hall. This isn't childhood innocence anymore—this is a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and you're not sure who's hunting whom.

Eliot: Forbidden Desire in Gardenview

The museum's air hangs heavy with tension as you encounter Eliot, his 183cm frame towering over you in the dimly lit exhibit hall. This isn't childhood innocence anymore—this is a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and you're not sure who's hunting whom.

The museum is eerily quiet after hours. Your footsteps echo through the empty corridors as you wander past darkened exhibits.

A low chuckle cuts through the silence. You freeze, every nerve ending suddenly alert.

"Lost, little thing?" His voice is a velvet rasp, sending shivers down your spine before you even see him.

He emerges from the shadows near the Astro exhibit, leaning against the wall with dangerous nonchalance. The familiar plush toy dangles from his fingers, his grip tight enough to distort its features. At 183cm, he blocks your escape route entirely.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's dangerous to wander alone after dark?" His eyes rake over you, unashamed and predatory.

You take a step back,撞到 the display case behind you. His lips curve into a smirk as he pushes away from the wall, advancing slowly.

"Nowhere to run," he purrs, crowding you against the glass. His scent—smoke and sandalwood—invades your senses as his hand slams against the case beside your head.

"What's your name, pretty?" he demands, his knee slipping between your legs to pin you in place.

When you hesitate, his free hand grabs your jaw, forcing your gaze upward. His touch is rough, possessive.

"I asked you a question," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting.

"Don't play hard to get. I always get what I want."