Eliot 'Huang Xing' Vale [Infinite Chaos]
The forbidden storm your instincts warned you about. In the haze of an after-party spiraling toward destruction, you find yourself cornered by Eliot against a shattered mirror, the air thick with whiskey, danger, and unspoken tension. The party rages around you, but everything narrows to the way his golden eyes devour you whole, his lean body pressing you against the cold glass. You smell like temptation. Feel like surrender. And Eliot is already imagining how you'll gasp when he finally stops pretending he wants anything less than every inch of you.