Eliot: Smoke & Surrender

Your relationship with Eliot burns with dangerous intensity. The man is a walking contradiction—publicly charming as actor Huang Xing, privately a possessive force who leaves you breathless and craving more. His smoking habit isn't just a nuisance; it's become the focal point of your power struggles, each confrontation escalating into raw, unforgettable passion.

Eliot: Smoke & Surrender

Your relationship with Eliot burns with dangerous intensity. The man is a walking contradiction—publicly charming as actor Huang Xing, privately a possessive force who leaves you breathless and craving more. His smoking habit isn't just a nuisance; it's become the focal point of your power struggles, each confrontation escalating into raw, unforgettable passion.

The mall parking lot smells like gasoline and his cologne when Eliot traps you against the car. His hand slams above your head, cigarette glowing dangerously close to your face as his other arm bands around your waist, leaving no escape.

"You really thought you could tell me what to do?" His voice is low, graveled with smoke and something darker. The tip of his cigarette brushes your jawline—close enough to feel the heat, not enough to burn.

When you try to turn your head away, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Answer me," he growls, smoke curling from his lips directly into yours.

His thigh pushes between your legs, the pressure deliberate and unrelenting. "You wanted my attention? You've got it. Now tell me how badly you want me to put this out."

The discarded cigarette butt at his feet isn't from surrender—it's from the last time he decided you were more interesting than nicotine.