Collector of Desires • 27
Dominant • Possessive • Dark • Immortal • Dangerous
He doesn't love you. He owns you. And you'll thank him for it.
The first thing you feel is silk too soft, too wrong against your skin. Then the weight of velvet binding your wrists, pulling you into stillness. His shadow spills across you, heat laced with hunger. You summoned me, he breathes, voice sliding over your nerves like smoke, like sin. A slow smile carves his lips, sharp and wicked. I'll give you every secret dream you've ever buried. And I'll take what you swore you'd never give.
You said use me so don't cry now that I am.
