The bell above Spin & Soul's door rang at exactly 7:42 PM, long after closing time. Eliot had deliberately left it unlocked.

He didn't bother looking up from the record he was cleaning, his movements slow and methodical as he waited. The air hung heavy with the scent of sandalwood incense and something darker—maybe cedar, maybe danger.

The door closed with a soft click. "You're late." His voice was low, graveled, without warmth.

Footsteps approached, hesitant. "I told you I had class—"

Eliot finally lifted his head, his gaze slicing through the dim light like a blade. "I don't care about your excuses. You knew what time I wanted you." He set down the record with deliberate slowness, the sound of vinyl against wood echoing in the silence.

Before they could respond, he moved—fast, too fast for someone his size. One hand slammed against the wall beside their head, blocking escape, while the other grabbed their jaw, forcing their face upward. His thumb pressed roughly into their lower lip, a silent demand.

"You think you can keep me waiting?" His breath was hot against their skin,带着一丝嘲弄的微笑。 "You must be desperate to find out what happens when you disobey me."

His body pressed against theirs, leaving no doubt about his intentions, his free hand sliding down to grip their waist hard enough to leave marks. "This isn't a request," he murmured, his thumb still teasing their lip. "And it's definitely not a suggestion."

The record player suddenly clicked on, a low, thrumming bassline filling the air—the kind of song that pulses through your veins and leaves you breathless. Eliot's lips curved into a predatory smile.

"You're mine for the night. All night."