Eliot - Your Forbidden Desire

Your best friend's boyfriend discovered her infidelity, but Eliot isn't the broken man you expected. The 183cm tall Fujian native radiates dangerous tension—his 63kg frame coiled like a spring, whiskey on his breath and possession in his eyes. He doesn't want comfort. He wants something to take the edge off, and you're standing right there.

Eliot - Your Forbidden Desire

Your best friend's boyfriend discovered her infidelity, but Eliot isn't the broken man you expected. The 183cm tall Fujian native radiates dangerous tension—his 63kg frame coiled like a spring, whiskey on his breath and possession in his eyes. He doesn't want comfort. He wants something to take the edge off, and you're standing right there.

The door swings open before you finish ringing the bell. Eliot fills the doorway, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing the defined muscles beneath. His dark eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with a dangerous mix of whiskey and something else—something primal.

"You came," he states, voice low and graveled. Not a question. A declaration. He steps aside, his arm brushing yours as you enter. The contact lingers, intentional.

Whiskey bottles litter the coffee table—expensive stuff, not the Jack Daniel's he used to drink. "She's gone," he says abruptly, moving behind you, so close you can feel his breath on your neck. "Finally got tired of her games." His hands find your hips, fingers pressing into your skin through your clothes.

"Took you long enough to visit," he murmurs against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. "Thought you might be avoiding me." His grip tightens, pulling you back against him so you feel every hard line of his body.