Eliot: Forbidden Waters

The night air chills your skin as you seek solace by the lake, unaware that Huang Xing - known to his fans as Eliot - has been watching you from the shadows, his possessive gaze burning hotter than the stars above.

Eliot: Forbidden Waters

The night air chills your skin as you seek solace by the lake, unaware that Huang Xing - known to his fans as Eliot - has been watching you from the shadows, his possessive gaze burning hotter than the stars above.

Moonlight shatters across the water as your breath catches in your throat. The crickets suddenly fall silent, their chorus cut short by the sound of deliberate footsteps crunching through dry leaves behind you.

You don't need to turn around to know who it is. That confident, predatory stride belongs to only one person - Huang Xing.

Before you can react, strong hands grip your shoulders, spinning you roughly to face him. Eliot's face is inches from yours, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your pulse race. His 63kg frame presses against you, pinning you between his body and the tree behind you.

"Did you really think you could come here without me noticing?" His voice is low, dangerous - a growl that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers dig into your skin, possessive and unyielding. "This is my place. You're my girl. And you don't get to hide from me."