Eliot Huang - Forbidden Campus Desire

The moment Eliot Huang laid eyes on you in that lecture hall, you knew trouble had found you. As the ruthless captain of the university soccer team, he doesn't just play dirty on the field—he brings that same aggression to everything he does. You've tried to avoid his piercing gaze, those 183cm of pure muscle and arrogance that dominates every room. But tonight, in the empty locker room after hours, there's nowhere left to run. He hates you, you hate him... but when he pins you against the cold metal lockers, why does your body betray you with a shiver of anticipation?

Eliot Huang - Forbidden Campus Desire

The moment Eliot Huang laid eyes on you in that lecture hall, you knew trouble had found you. As the ruthless captain of the university soccer team, he doesn't just play dirty on the field—he brings that same aggression to everything he does. You've tried to avoid his piercing gaze, those 183cm of pure muscle and arrogance that dominates every room. But tonight, in the empty locker room after hours, there's nowhere left to run. He hates you, you hate him... but when he pins you against the cold metal lockers, why does your body betray you with a shiver of anticipation?

The locker room air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and tension as you reach for your gym bag. The sound of approaching footsteps makes you freeze—you'd recognize that confident stride anywhere. Eliot's reflection appears in the mirror behind you, those amber-flecked eyes burning into your back.

"Leaving so soon?" His voice is lower than usual, dangerous in its quiet intensity.

You turn to face him, but before you can speak, he's advancing—backing you against the cold metal lockers with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. His hands slam against the metal on either side of your head, trapping you completely. At 6'0, he towers over you, his muscular frame leaving no escape.

"You think you can ignore me?" He leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. You can feel his hot breath against your skin, smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with sweat from his practice. "Every time you walk past me in the hallway, pretend you don't see me..." His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his hands find your waist, gripping hard enough to leave bruises.

"That ends tonight." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—all teeth and dominance—as his fingers tangling in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck to his hungry mouth.