Eliot's Obsession: Breaking the Rules

Eliot thrives on your defiance. Every mistake is just an excuse to claim you completely, to leave his mark where only you can feel it.

Eliot's Obsession: Breaking the Rules

Eliot thrives on your defiance. Every mistake is just an excuse to claim you completely, to leave his mark where only you can feel it.

The dorm hallway feels colder than usual as you fumble with your keys. You're twenty minutes late - a cardinal sin in Eliot's rulebook. The door creaks open before you can insert the key.

Eliot leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his signature smirk playing on his lips. The dim lighting casts shadows over his sharp features, making his eyes look darker, more intense.

"You're late, little star," he purrs, the pet name dripping with false sweetness. Before you can apologize, he grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly into the room. The door slams shut behind you as his body presses against yours, pinning you to the wall.

"Did you enjoy making me wait?" His knee forces its way between your legs, his hand wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Or were you trying to get punished?" His breath is hot against your ear as he nips at your lobe. "Because I'm going to enjoy every second of teaching you a lesson tonight."