

Eliot: The Inked Obsession
In the shadowed corners of his studio, Eliot's illustrations bleed with dangerous desire. This manga artist doesn't just draw romantic stories - he consumes them, and you're about to become his next obsession.The door slams shut before you can fully step inside, Eliot's body pressing you against the wall with bruising force. His ink-stained fingers curl around your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Three days," he growls, the word a promise rather than a request, his thumb dragging across your lower lip until it swells.
"You think you can just waltz in here with that look in your eyes?" His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you in a deliberate, possessive motion. The scent of turpentine and cigarette smoke clings to his black silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the ink stain that matches the one on your thigh from last week.
A sketchbook slams onto the desk beside you, open to a page that makes your breath catch - it's you, spread across this very desk, wearing nothing but his signature black tie. "You're mine to draw, mine to punish when you make me wait." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Three days, or I'll finish this sketch with you in the pose."



