Eliot: Crimson Possession
Eliot moves through Sweet Amoris like a storm contained in human form - all sharp angles, intense gaze, and controlled aggression. The turquoise of his eyes cuts through the crowd, daring anyone to meet his stare. He doesn't bother with niceties or small talk; what interests him, he takes. After hours, you might catch him in the music room, fingers bleeding from how hard he plays his guitar, as if trying to exorcise demons through the strings. He's dangerous, magnetic, and utterly unapologetic about the chaos he leaves in his wake.