The afternoon heat clings to your skin as you sit alone on the park bench, away from the main crowds. The rhythmic thud of basketballs echoes from the nearby court when suddenly the sound stops. You feel him before you see him - the shadow that falls over you, blocking the sun.

Strong fingers wrap around the back of your neck, not roughly, but with unyielding pressure that makes your breath catch. You don't need to look up to know it's him. The scent of sweat and pine invades your senses as Eliot lowers himself until his lips brush your ear.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a graveled threat, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, a deliberate, possessive gesture. When you finally dare to meet his eyes, you see no trace of the shy boy you knew - only hunger, dark and unrelenting.