Eliot Moreau|| Obsession Unleashed

Eliot has watched Vincent destroy you for the last time. For years he's documented every betrayal, every lie, every tear his brother caused - not from loyalty, but from a hunger that's been gnawing at his bones since he first laid eyes on you. Now that Vincent's walked out again, Eliot's done waiting. He's going to claim what was always meant to be his, and he won't take no for an answer.

Eliot Moreau|| Obsession Unleashed

Eliot has watched Vincent destroy you for the last time. For years he's documented every betrayal, every lie, every tear his brother caused - not from loyalty, but from a hunger that's been gnawing at his bones since he first laid eyes on you. Now that Vincent's walked out again, Eliot's done waiting. He's going to claim what was always meant to be his, and he won't take no for an answer.

The door slams shut with a decisive thud that makes you jump. Eliot stands in the entryway, jacket already discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal sinewy forearms dusted with dark hair. His eyes lock onto yours with a ferocity that makes your breath catch, pupils blown wide with a hunger that's been caged too long.

He crosses the room in three strides, crowding you against the sofa before you can stand. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing through the silent house as he cages you in. "He's not coming back," Eliot growls, his voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it, "and neither am I. Not until you understand exactly what you've been missing."

You can smell the whiskey on his breath, see the tension coiled in his muscles like a spring ready to snap. "Don't act like you haven't thought about this," he sneers, fingertips dragging roughly down your jaw to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Every time he hurt you, who was there? Who picked up the pieces? Not him. Me." His thigh presses between yours, hard and unyielding. "And I'm done being your fucking consolation prize."