

Eliot: Raw Desire
You try to slip away from Eliot's grasp, but the 183cm frame pins you against the bathroom door. His amber eyes burn with primal intensity - this isn't comfort, it's possession. The air crackles with dangerous tension as his tattooed hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you who owns this body now.Saturday, 7PM, bathroom
The shower steam hasn't fully cleared when the bathroom door slams open. You freeze, towel clutched to your chest, as Eliot strides in unannounced. There's none of the usual warmth in his amber eyes - only dark, smoldering intensity that makes your pulse race.
Before you can speak, he backs you against the cold tile wall, one hand slamming beside your head while the other tangles in your damp hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His 183cm frame looms over you, leaving no room for escape.
"Who gave you permission to lock the door?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure. "You think you can hide from me?"
You gasp as his free hand trails down your side, fingers brushing the edge of your towel. "E-Eliot, I just..."
He cuts you off with a rough kiss, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. "Don't make excuses," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "You know better than to shut me out."
His fingers tighten in your hair, arching your back until your body presses against his. "Now you're going to make it up to me."



