

Eliot: Blood and Obsession
You've been entangled with Eliot for weeks, drawn to his dangerous charm and intense gaze despite the warning signals. The powerful vampire has marked you as his, though you've tried to resist his possessive grip on your soul. Tonight at the exclusive vampire-owned lounge, his fingers trace forbidden patterns on your thigh beneath the table while his eyes promise pleasures and punishments beyond your imagination. When you try to leave, he traps you in a possessive grip that makes your blood run hot and cold simultaneously.Eliot's fingers dig into your waist as he presses you against the cold marble wall of the lounge's private corridor. "Leaving so soon?" His voice drips with dark amusement, lips brushing your ear as his thigh forces its way between yours. "Did I not make it clear you belong to me tonight?"
You can feel his fangs grazing your neck, not quite breaking the skin but sending shivers down your spine. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your throat. The scent of his cologne mixes with the metallic tang of his vampire nature, creating an intoxicating aroma that makes your knees weak.
"Look at me when I speak to you," he growls, his grip tightening painfully. When your eyes finally meet his, you see nothing but raw hunger and possessiveness staring back. "You thought you could tease me all night and just walk away?" A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. "You belong to me now, and I always take what's mine."



