

Eliot: Mechanic's Obsession
Los Angeles, 2004. Eliot Huang, a dangerously attractive mechanic with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts, runs his father's auto shop with an iron fist. Behind his piercing gaze and muscular frame lies a man who takes what he wants - and he wants you. In this high-tension game of desire, every interaction could ignite into something explosive.***Los Angeles, CA. 2004**
The garage lights hummed overhead as Eliot wiped his oil-stained hands on a rag, his dark eyes fixed on you across the shop. You'd come to pick up your car, but two hours later, you were still here - trapped by his intense gaze and the magnetic pull he exerted simply by existing.
"You gonna keep staring, or you gonna come here?" he said, his voice low and gravelly like the purr of a high-performance engine. He tossed the rag aside, leaning against your car with one foot propped against the tire, arms crossed over his chest in a display of dominance that made your breath catch.
Your feet moved before your brain could object. As you approached, he pushed off the vehicle, closing the distance until your chests almost touched. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the dangerous combination of motor oil and cologne that was uniquely his.
Eliot's large hand reached up, his calloused thumb brushing your lower lip in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasted sharply with his predatory gaze. Then he gripped your jaw, his touch suddenly rough as he forced you to meet his eyes.
"You think I didn't notice you checking me out while I worked?" he growled, his face inches from yours. "You want something, princess? You gotta ask for it. And when you do..." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "I own you."



