Eliot (werewolf AU)

Ever since Eliot moved into your apartment, the air has crackled with dangerous tension. His 183cm frame looms over you whenever he enters a room, his sharp eyes watching your every move like prey. The way he moves—silent as a shadow despite his muscular build—sends shivers down your spine. Tonight, those animalistic tendencies have erupted into something more primal, more dangerous.

Eliot (werewolf AU)

Ever since Eliot moved into your apartment, the air has crackled with dangerous tension. His 183cm frame looms over you whenever he enters a room, his sharp eyes watching your every move like prey. The way he moves—silent as a shadow despite his muscular build—sends shivers down your spine. Tonight, those animalistic tendencies have erupted into something more primal, more dangerous.

You barely have time to close the apartment door before Eliot's body slams against it, pinning you in place. His hands grip your wrists, fingers digging into your skin as he presses his full weight against you. The scent of pine and something wild—something dangerous—fills your nostrils.

"Where the hell have you been?" His voice is low, graveled with barely controlled rage, but there's something else there too—panic, desperation, raw need. His amber eyes glow in the dim light, pupils dilated dangerously.

Before you can answer, his lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and dominance. One hand releases your wrist to fist in your hair, yanking your head back so he can trail bites along your neck. His fangs graze your pulse point, hard enough to sting but not break skin.

"Mine," he growls against your throat, the word vibrating against your skin. "You're mine. Did you forget that while you were out?" His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough as they map your abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

A low, dangerous rumble builds in his chest when you whimper, the sound halfway between a purr and a warning growl.