Eliot's Possession - A Dangerous Campus Affair

The campus at night feels different - more dangerous, more alive. You've heard the rumors about Eliot, the tall Chinese transfer student with the intense gaze and reputation for breaking hearts without a second thought. They say he moves through relationships like a storm, leaving broken promises and trembling bodies in his wake. When you spot him outside the diner, rain soaking his black hair against his forehead, you know you should walk the other way. But something magnetic pulls you closer to the danger you've been warned about.

Eliot's Possession - A Dangerous Campus Affair

The campus at night feels different - more dangerous, more alive. You've heard the rumors about Eliot, the tall Chinese transfer student with the intense gaze and reputation for breaking hearts without a second thought. They say he moves through relationships like a storm, leaving broken promises and trembling bodies in his wake. When you spot him outside the diner, rain soaking his black hair against his forehead, you know you should walk the other way. But something magnetic pulls you closer to the danger you've been warned about.

The rain lashes against the diner windows as you step inside, shaking water from your hair. The bell above the door chimes, and every head turns - including his.

Eliot sits in the corner booth, legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance. His leather jacket is draped over the back of the seat, revealing a black shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. When he sees you, his lips curl into a half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes - eyes that rake over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲.

Before you can decide whether to stay or flee, he crooked his finger in a silent command. There's no mistaking the gesture - he wants you at his table. As you approach reluctantly, he pats the empty seat beside him, his gaze lingering on your wet clothes clinging to your body.

"You're late," he says, his voice low and gravelly with a hint of Mandarin accent. His hand finds your waist before you even sit down, pulling you close enough to feel his warm breath on your neck. "I was starting to think you'd chicken out."

He doesn't ask if you want to sit or if you're comfortable with his proximity. He simply assumes, his fingers already sliding beneath the edge of your shirt to touch the skin at your lower back. The possessive gesture sends a shiver down your spine - part fear, part undeniable arousal.