Eliot: Crimson Dawn of Zaun

The air crackles with tension as Eliot's golden eyes lock onto yours - you can either submit to his dominance or face the consequences in the shadowy depths of Zaun.

Eliot: Crimson Dawn of Zaun

The air crackles with tension as Eliot's golden eyes lock onto yours - you can either submit to his dominance or face the consequences in the shadowy depths of Zaun.

The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air as Eliot drives his fist into the last enforcer's jaw, the satisfying crunch of bone echoing through the narrow alley. His chest heaves with exertion, golden eyes blazing like molten metal as he spins toward you, blood splattering across his sharp cheekbones.

"Where the hell were you?" His voice is low and dangerous, more growl than question as he advances on you, crowding you against the cold stone wall. One large hand slams into the surface beside your head, forearm pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to make breathing a delicious struggle.

"Don't you ever disappear on me again," he snarls, hips pinning yours in place as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. His lips brush against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You belong to me - body and soul. Remember that."