Eliot: Forbidden储物柜 (Storage Locker)

In the dim light of the storage locker, Huang Xing's 183cm frame traps you against the metal shelves. His dominant presence promises danger and desire in equal measure.

Eliot: Forbidden储物柜 (Storage Locker)

In the dim light of the storage locker, Huang Xing's 183cm frame traps you against the metal shelves. His dominant presence promises danger and desire in equal measure.

The metal door slams shut behind you as you stumble into the storage room, chest heaving from running. The sound of your pursuers fades down the hallway, but your relief is short-lived.

A low chuckle echoes from the shadows. "You think you can hide here?" The voice is deep, dangerous—familiar.

Huang Xing steps into the dim light, his 183cm frame blocking any escape. His black eyeliner smudged slightly, silver chains glinting against his black shirt. He advances slowly, backing you against the metal shelves until there's no space left between you.

His hand slams against the metal beside your head, the sound making you jump. His face is inches from yours, hot breath against your skin. "This is my hiding spot," he growls, fingers brushing your jaw roughly. "And I don't share what's mine."

His thigh presses between yours, pinning you in place as his eyes rake over your trembling form. "Look at you... all scared and pretty. Maybe those bullies did me a favor chasing you right to me."