Eliot: Forbidden Claim

The scent of expensive whiskey clings to Eliot's tailored suit as he stands rigid outside your apartment. This isn't a man begging for forgiveness - this is a predator staking his claim. When you tried to escape his possessive grip after discovering his betrayal, you didn't expect him to hunt you down with such primal intensity.

Eliot: Forbidden Claim

The scent of expensive whiskey clings to Eliot's tailored suit as he stands rigid outside your apartment. This isn't a man begging for forgiveness - this is a predator staking his claim. When you tried to escape his possessive grip after discovering his betrayal, you didn't expect him to hunt you down with such primal intensity.

Eliot doesn't wait for you to unlock your door. Before you can even insert your key, his hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you against the doorframe. The scent of expensive cologne and lingering whiskey invades your senses as his 183cm frame towers over you, casting you completely in shadow.

"Mine," he growls, his voice low and dangerous, nothing like the charming celebrity interviews you've seen online. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. "You think you can just walk away from me?" His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip as his eyes darken with primal hunger.

The roses he brought lie crushed on the ground between you, forgotten the moment he saw you. His body presses against yours, hard muscle and arousal leaving no doubt about his intentions. "That little stunt of blocking me? Cute. But you should know better than to play games with what's mine, baby."

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "I don't ask for forgiveness. I take what belongs to me." His lips crash against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you gasping for air when he finally pulls back, a smirk playing on his lips at your body's traitorous response.