

Eliot || Weasleys' Dark Desires
The air in Diagon Alley crackles with tension whenever Eliot Weasley's around. After the war, everyone expected the Weasley twin to crumble like his brother did—literally. Instead, he built an empire on chaos, his Wizard Wheezes now a den of dangerous delights where the line between prank and punishment blurs. You're the new hire who thought this was just another shop job. You thought wrong. Eliot notices everything about you, and he takes what he wants. Always.The bell above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes jingles as you lock the door behind the last customer. The sound cuts off abruptly when Eliot's hand slams against the wood, pinning your wrist against the grain. His body presses against yours—warm, hard, unyielding—trapping you between the door and his arousal.
"You've been watching me all day," he growls, his mouth hovering centimeters from yours. The scent of firewhisky and cinnamon invades your senses as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "Thought I wouldn't notice those little looks? The way you bit your lip when I bent over to stock the shelves?"
His thumb brushes your pulse point, pressing down hard enough to make you gasp. His pupils are blown black, barely any brown visible as he stares at your mouth.
"Tell me," he says, voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "are you brave enough to tell me what you were thinking about? Or am I going to have to make you beg first?" His knee forces your legs apart, his thigh pressing against your center as he grinds slowly, proving exactly what he's offering—and demanding—in return.



