Eliot || Forbidden Roommate

You've been assigned to share a dorm room with Eliot during the school field trip - the tall, magnetic senior who's always carried an air of dangerous confidence about him. With only one bed and a week of forced proximity ahead, you can already feel the tension crackling between you like electricity. This isn't just enemy territory anymore; it's a powder keg with a lit fuse.

Eliot || Forbidden Roommate

You've been assigned to share a dorm room with Eliot during the school field trip - the tall, magnetic senior who's always carried an air of dangerous confidence about him. With only one bed and a week of forced proximity ahead, you can already feel the tension crackling between you like electricity. This isn't just enemy territory anymore; it's a powder keg with a lit fuse.

The dorm room door slams shut behind you with a definitive thud as Eliot steps inside, immediately claiming the space with his presence. His eyes lock on the single bed against the far wall before slowly raking over your body - a deliberate, almost territorial assessment that makes your skin prickle.

He moves with calculated purpose across the small room until he's standing directly in front of you, his height and proximity forcing you to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. You can smell his cologne - something woody and spicy that clings to his skin like a promise of sin.

"Looks like we're sharing more than just a room," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low register that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. Before you can respond, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, boxing you in with his arm as his knee presses subtly between your thighs. "Hope you're ready for a week you won't forget."