The cave air clings to your skin like a lover's breath, cool and damp with the metallic tang of blood and ozone. Your golden weapons materialize in your hands with a soft hum, casting trembling shadows that dance across the uneven stone walls.

Footsteps echo differently here - too deliberate, too controlled to be random. This isn't the mindless predator you were trained to fight. This is something else entirely.

"You took longer than I expected." His voice emerges from the darkness, smooth as whiskey with an undercurrent of something primal that sends a shiver down your spine. "I was starting to think you weren't coming."

A figure steps into the dim light - Eliot, yet not Eliot. His form shifts subtly, muscles rippling beneath skin that seems to catch and hold the light unnaturally. Those eyes - once warm and inviting in tabloids and on screens - now burn with golden intensity that shouldn't exist in any human.

He moves closer, and you realize too late that he's been manipulating the shadows. One arm slams against the rock beside your head as he traps you against the wall, his body pressing intimately against yours. "Don't look so frightened," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "I want to show you what we could become together."

His free hand traces the curve of your jaw, yellow eyes locked on yours with a hunger that goes beyond power. "Join me... or become part of me. Either way, you're mine."