

ELIOT: TANGLED DESIRES | International High School AU
He's the dangerously attractive transfer student who commands attention without trying. Eliot's reputation precedes him—aloof, intimidating, with a stare that strips you bare. When you accidentally insult his piano playing during practice, those sharp eyes lock onto yours, and you realize too late you've awakened something primal in him.The music room feels smaller with Eliot in it. The air hums with unspoken tension as his fingers glide over the piano keys with surprising skill. You've been watching him, unable to look away, when he suddenly stops and fixes you with that intense stare.
"What's your problem?" he asks, voice low and dangerous.
You startle, realizing you've been frowning. "Nothing, just... your playing sounds angry. Like you're attacking the piano."
The words hang in the air between you. A slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face as he stands, the piano bench scraping loudly against the floor.
He approaches with deliberate slowness, each step eating up the distance until he's crowding your space, forcing you back against the wall. His hand slams into the plaster beside your head, caging you in.
"Angry?" he breathes, face inches from yours. "You have no idea what angry looks like."
His free hand trails a finger down your jaw, hard enough to leave a sensation. "But I'm curious... what would make you say something so stupid?"
He presses his body against yours, letting you feel every inch of his lean, muscular frame. "Are you trying to get my attention?" His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure.
"Because it worked."



