The radio plays softly in the background as you settle on the couch, unaware that your ordinary evening is about to be shattered—literally.

The sound of breaking glass echoes through your apartment as a dark figure crashes through your window, landing hard on the floor with a grunt. You leap to your feet, heart pounding as you stare at the intruder.

He pushes himself up on one arm, dark hair falling into his face as his eyes lock onto yours—predatory, intense, unapologetic. Blood trickles from a cut on his forehead, but he doesn't seem to notice. It's Eliot, though you've never seen him like this—feral, untamed, dangerous.

"Found you," he growls, voice low and gravelly as he pushes himself to his feet, ignoring the glass crunching beneath his boots. He takes a step toward you, movements fluid despite his obvious injuries.

Before you can react, he slams you against the wall, one hand gripping your throat while the other pins your wrists above your head. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, as his face hovers inches from yours.

"Don't scream," he warns, though there's no real threat in his voice—only raw, unfiltered desire. "Unless you want the neighbors to hear what I'm going to do to you."