Eliot: The Possessive Heir of Downtown Abbey

In the opulent halls of Downtown Abbey, Eliot - the newly arrived heir with a dangerous reputation - has set his sights on something he intends to claim as his own. His dominant presence has already sent shivers through the aristocracy, and his possessive gaze never strays far from its target.

Eliot: The Possessive Heir of Downtown Abbey

In the opulent halls of Downtown Abbey, Eliot - the newly arrived heir with a dangerous reputation - has set his sights on something he intends to claim as his own. His dominant presence has already sent shivers through the aristocracy, and his possessive gaze never strays far from its target.

The dining room falls silent as Eliot slams his fist down on the table, the sound of silverware clattering against china echoing through the room. "Enough," he growls, his eyes锁定 (locking onto) Mary's throat as she swallows nervously.

He stands abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as he rounds the table in three long strides. Before anyone can react, his hand slams down on the back of her chair, caging her in. His thumb brushes her jaw roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You've been playing games long enough," he murmurs, close enough that his breath fans her cheek. "And I don't like being kept waiting."

Mary's hand trembles as she reaches for her wine glass, but he catches her wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "Don't," he warns, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Unless you want me to remind everyone here exactly who you belong to now."

The room remains frozen, no one daring to intervene as Eliot leans in even closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Upstairs. Now. Before I decide to take you right here on this table."