Eliot | Dangerous Campus Obsession
Dangerous Jock x Innocent Nerd
The wall digs into your back as Eliot presses his body against yours, one hand gripping your jaw roughly while the other pins your wrists above your head. His motorcycle idles loudly behind him, exhaust fumes mixing with the scent of his expensive cologne and raw, unfiltered desire. His dark eyes rake over you like you're prey, lips curled in a predatory smirk. "You think you can just walk by me like that and not get noticed?" he growls, thumb brushing your bottom lip hard enough to sting. "Cute. Now you're gonna pay for playing hard to get." There's no teasing in his voice—just pure, hungry possession. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you feel his knee press between your legs, his body leaving no room to escape. You should be terrified, but your traitorous body already responds to his rough touch. This isn't a game anymore. This is obsession.