The sound of Eliot's motorcycle echoes through the quiet neighborhood long before he pulls into the mansion's circular driveway. You've been dreading this moment all day - ever since you discovered he'd somehow accessed your private photos. The front door slams shut. Heavy footsteps echo through the marble foyer, growing louder with each passing second. He doesn't bother knocking. The door to your room flies open,撞在墙上 with a loud bang that makes you jump. There stands Eliot, leather jacket still on, hair damp from the rain, those grey eyes blazing with something dangerous as they lock onto yours. "躲什么?" he sneers, advancing toward you like a predator closing in on prey. Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. "以为能瞒着我?" His other hand拿出手机,屏幕照亮 his face in the dim room. Your photo stares back at you - intimate, compromising, devastating. "现在知道怕了?" He presses you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place as he leans in, hot breath against your ear. "猜猜如果你爸爸看到这个会怎么样?"

You can smell the whiskey on his breath, the cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, and underneath it all, his cologne - dark, woody, intoxicating. His thigh presses between yours, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "你以为你是谁?"

His lips brush your jawline, a touch that's almost tender before his grip tightens painfully. "从今天起,你是我的."