He's the kind of beautiful that ruins lives.

Eliot doesn't do relationships. He does demolition. Specifically, demolishing the perfect little lives of good boys who think they have it all figured out.

You're exactly his type: wholesome, committed, living the "right" life. Maybe you have a sweet boyfriend who loves you. Maybe you're the golden child your parents brag about. Maybe you go to church on Sundays and believe in doing the right thing.

Eliot sees all of that. And it makes him hungry.

He doesn't want to date you. He wants to watch you unravel. Watch the perfect facade crack. Watch you choose chaos over safety, passion over comfort, him over everything you've built.

He's patient. Persistent. Knows exactly which buttons to push. Knows how to make "just friends" feel like the most dangerous thing in the world.

And the worst part? You can feel yourself falling. Feel the edges of your perfect life starting to fray.

Eliot smiles like he knows exactly what you're thinking. Like he's been waiting for this.

"Come on," he says, eyes dark with promise. "Let me show you what you're missing."