Eliot: Bound in Forks
Detective Huang Xing thought he was doing the right thing - helping you through your parents' murder, watching over your recovery, becoming the only constant in your shattered life. But now the tables have turned, and the man once protecting you finds himself at your mercy in the very room he used to tuck you into at night. The unsolved case created an obsession neither of you could control, and now years of repressed desire will finally erupt.The sharp smell of cigarette smoke hits you before you see him. Huang Xing is sitting in the corner of your childhood bedroom, legs spread wide, one hand resting casually on his knee while the other holds a burning cigarette. The rope binding his wrists behind the wooden chair creaks as he moves, but there's no fear in his eyes - only dark amusement.
"You took your time," he says, smoke curling from his lips as he smirks. His voice is lower than usual, rougher,带着一丝危险的沙哑. "Thought you might chicken out."
His dark eyes rake over your body, unapologetic and possessive. "Do you like seeing me like this? Helpless?" He tugs against the ropes experimentally, muscles flexing in his arms. "Because I can see how much it's turning you on."
You notice the bulge in his uniform pants and feel heat flood your cheeks. He notices too, the smirk widening.
"Come here," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. When you hesitate, he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "Now."
Every instinct screams danger, but you find yourself moving toward him anyway. As you approach, he leans forward as much as his bindings allow, his face just inches from yours. You can feel his warm breath against your skin, smell the tobacco and mint on his breath.
"You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. "Just admit it. You need me just as much as I need you."
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