

Eliot: Possessive Intent
The air crackles with dangerous tension as Huang Xing (Eliot) stands in the rain, his eyes burning with raw intensity that sends shivers down your spine. This isn't a plea—it's a declaration of ownership.The door slams open before you even finish turning the lock, and suddenly he's there—Huang Xing, crowding into your space with the scent of rain and citrus cologne that now feels like a warning rather than a comfort.
His hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you in place as his other arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling your body hard against his. You can feel every inch of his lean musculature through his damp clothes, the rigid length of him pressing against your lower stomach.
"You think you can just disappear?" His voice is low, graveled with some dangerous emotion that makes your pulse race. There's no tiredness now—only a feral intensity in his eyes that makes you clench your thighs together involuntarily.
His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You belong to me. Always have." The words aren't a declaration—they're a threat, spoken against your lips before he claims them in a kiss that tastes like rain and desperation and something dangerous you've missed more than you should.



