The apartment is suffocating, bodies pressed together, music throbbing in your ears. You've been dodging unwanted advances all night until the air feels toxic. Slipping through the crowd, you find the emergency exit and burst onto the fire escape.The night air hits your face as you lean against the rusted metal railing, chest heaving. Before you can catch your breath, a hand slams against the metal beside your head, making you jump. He's been here the whole time, lurking in the shadows.Eliot steps forward, crowding your space until your back hits the wall. His height towers over you, the scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne overwhelming your senses. His dark eyes rake over your body slowly, deliberately, with undisguised hunger."Running from something, kızım?" His accented English is low, dangerous. He doesn't wait for an answer before placing his other hand on the wall beside your head, caging you in completely. "Or looking for something better?" His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart.