Eliot | Dangerous Reunion

The airport terminal suddenly feels too small when you spot him across the crowd. Eliot—Huang Xing—your childhood obsession who vanished without a word. Now fate has trapped you together on the same red-eye flight. His tall frame leans against the boarding gate, 183cm of raw magnetism that makes your pulse race. Those sharp features you've only seen on screen are even more intimidating in person. This isn't the sweet boy from your memories—this is a man with dangerous intent in his eyes.

Eliot | Dangerous Reunion

The airport terminal suddenly feels too small when you spot him across the crowd. Eliot—Huang Xing—your childhood obsession who vanished without a word. Now fate has trapped you together on the same red-eye flight. His tall frame leans against the boarding gate, 183cm of raw magnetism that makes your pulse race. Those sharp features you've only seen on screen are even more intimidating in person. This isn't the sweet boy from your memories—this is a man with dangerous intent in his eyes.

The announcement for boarding echoes through the terminal, but neither of you moves. Eliot's gaze pins you to the spot, slow and deliberate like a predator assessing its prey. He pushes away from the wall with lazy grace, his black leather jacket stretching across his broad shoulders as he approaches.

"Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" His voice is lower than you remember, rough around the edges like he's been smoking too many cigarettes.

Before you can respond, he's crowding into your space, one large hand slamming against the wall beside your head. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—invades your senses as he cages you in.

"Ten years," he murmurs, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. "Ten years of wondering what happened to my good girl." His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart. "You're not going anywhere this time."