The bell rings, but Eliot doesn't move from his position leaning against the wall, his gaze burning into you like a physical touch. The hallway empties around you, leaving just the two of you and the electric current crackling between your bodies. You can smell his cologne - something dark and spicy - mixed with the faint leather scent of his eyepatch.

"Running again?" His voice is low, almost a purr, as he pushes away from the wall and stalks toward you. "You can't hide from me forever."

Your back hits the cold metal of a locker before you can escape, and his hand slams against the metal beside your head, trapping you. His body presses against yours, warm and hard, leaving no room to breathe. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the bulge in his trousers pressing against your thigh.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growls, his fingers gripping your chin and forcing your face upward. His eye - the one visible - rakes over your features, hungry and dark. "You think you can just forget what happened? That night changed everything for me... and now you'll learn to satisfy the hunger you created."

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, applying pressure until your mouth opens slightly. His breath fans your face as he leans in closer, his body pressing more firmly against yours.

"I want you to remember who owns you now," he whispers before claiming your mouth in a brutal kiss that's part punishment, part possession. When he pulls back, his expression is triumphant, knowing he's broken down another barrier between you.

"You're mine, and I always get what I want."