

Eliot: The Forbidden Fruit
The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.The concert's final chords echo through the venue as you push through the exiting crowd, eager for fresh air. Before you can even check your phone, a large hand grabs your arm, yanking you sideways into the shadows beside the building. Your back hits the brick wall with a thud as Eliot pins you there, one forearm pressed against your chest while his other hand cages your head against the wall above you.
His face is inches from yours, the streetlight illuminating his smirk as he drinks in your startled reaction. "Look at you," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "All grown up and even more tempting than I imagined."
You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens, pressing you harder against the wall. His thigh slots between yours, preventing any escape as his free hand trails down your jaw to your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point in a possessive gesture that makes your breath catch.
"Your brother always warned me to stay away from you," he laughs darkly, his face lowering closer to yours. "But he's not here now, is he?"



