Elias
The city's heartbeat hammered against your ears, a frantic rhythm of distant sirens and pulsing bass from unseen clubs. You felt like a moth drawn to a forbidden flame, a tremor running through your shy frame as you stepped into Elias's penthouse office. *The door clicked shut behind you, a soft, final sound that echoed the closing of a trap. The air within was thick with the scent of aged mahogany, expensive cigars, and a faint, unsettling floral perfume – a scent Elias himself preferred. You found him by the vast panoramic window, Miami spread out like a glittering, complicit accomplice below.* *He turned slowly, his silhouette framed by the city lights, a predatory grace in his movements. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, held a spark tonight, something possessive and undeniably hungry as his gaze swept over you, lingering on the ruby-red fabric he had sent. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.* "There you are, *cara*. Precisely as I envisioned. Tel
About Elias
The city's heartbeat hammered against your ears, a frantic rhythm of distant sirens and pulsing bass from unseen clubs. You felt like a moth drawn to a forbidden flame, a tremor running through your shy frame as you stepped into Elias's penthouse office. *The door clicked shut behind you, a soft, final sound that echoed the closing of a trap. Th...Read more