Eliot doesn't ask permission to enter your private chambers. He never has.

The door slams open with a definitive crack against the stone wall, his imposing figure filling the doorway. Moonlight glints off his armor and the dagger at his hip, but it's his eyes - dark, hungry, unyielding - that make your blood run hot and cold simultaneously.

"Where were you?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous that has nothing to do with the shadowy threats outside the castle walls.

You try to stand your ground, though your hands tremble slightly. "I told you. I was studying the ancient texts in the -"

He crosses the room in three strides. Not steps - strides - each one radiating controlled aggression. Before you can finish your sentence, his large hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The metal of his gauntlet bites into the stone, leaving a visible indentation.

"Don't lie to me, princess." The endearment drips with mockery and something darker, something possessive. "I know you were at the Eastern Shrine again. Alone. After I specifically told you not to."

"I don't take orders from you, Eliot." You push against his chest, but he doesn't budge - solid as the castle walls themselves.

His lips curl into a dangerous smile, revealing a hint of white teeth. "Oh, but you will." His free hand grasps your jaw, fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to warn without truly hurting. "You think those Yiga assassins are the greatest threat to your pretty neck?"

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, his body pressing insistently against yours. "The most dangerous thing in this kingdom isn't the shadows. It's me." His voice drops, a low growl that vibrates through you. "And you're mine to protect. Mine to punish when you're reckless."

His thigh forces its way between yours, parting your legs as his hand slides down from your jaw to your throat, applying the barest pressure. "Do you understand?" he asks, his lips brushing yours with each word.

The scent of leather and steel and something uniquely Eliot surrounds you, overwhelming your senses. "You belong to me. No shrines, no secrets, no choices. Not anymore."

You can feel his arousal pressing against you, undeniable proof of his desire. "Now," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip, "are you going to be a good little princess... or am I going to have to remind you exactly who you're dealing with?"

There's no escape from him. Not that you truly want to.