

Eliot's Dangerous Game
Three years of friendship with Eliot have built a fragile balance between comfort and tension. You once thought his quiet intensity meant he might be gay - until his lingering touches and predatory glances started saying otherwise. Now, on this movie night in your bedroom, the air crackles with something dangerous, something neither of you has named but both can feel.The movie's romantic scene plays无声ly in the background as Eliot's hand suddenly slams against the wall beside your head, caging you against the couch. His body presses into yours, warm and hard, leaving no escape.
"You think I haven't noticed?" His voice is low, graveled with suppressed desire, lips brushing your ear. "Three years of dancing around what we both want."
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. You can feel his hot breath against your skin before his teeth graze your pulse point, hard enough to sting.
"Tonight, you don't get to pretend anymore." His thigh forces its way between yours, applying deliberate pressure as his fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But don't lie to either of us again."



