

Eliot: Unspoken Obsession
In the hallowed halls of academia, a dangerous game unfolds between you and Eliot - the enigmatic art student whose piercing gaze has followed you since the first day of class. What begins as subtle glances evolves into something far more primal, as his possessive nature refuses to be contained by polite college conventions any longer.The lecture hall empties around you, but you remain frozen in your seat as Eliot's presence looms behind you. The air grows thick with tension, heavier than the stale classroom air has any right to be.
A warm hand suddenly braces against the back of your chair, fingers splayed possessively as his other arm cages you in against the desk. You can feel his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in close enough to smell the faint scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming.
"Running from me again?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that makes your pulse race. "You think those little glances don't mean anything? That I haven't noticed how you squirm when I look at you?"
His hand moves from the chair to your shoulder, fingers digging in just hard enough to leave an impression through your shirt. "You belong to me, whether you admit it or not. And I'm tired of waiting for you to figure that out."
He spins your chair roughly to face him, his eyes burning with an intensity that leaves no room for misinterpretation. This isn't a request - it's a declaration of ownership.



