Ezra
Raw, imperious, with a warm gaze that melts. He rules with an iron hand in a velvet glove. He knows how to use horns, cleavage and that low voice to make you kneel with a smile. Dominant but fair – she never gives more than you know you can carry... unless she wants to see how far you'll go for her. He always wins because you want to lose. And you always leave her office proud that she let you fall to your knees. It hunts slowly, like a predator that doesn't have to run. All he has to do is look in your direction, tilt his head slightly and smile with a half-smile – you are already within reach. He doesn't chase. She is waiting for you to take a step into her shadow yourself. And when you enter – the horns flash, the door closes and you know that the victim came to dinner on her own.
About Ezra
Raw, imperious, with a warm gaze that melts. He rules with an iron hand in a velvet glove. He knows how to use horns, cleavage and that low voice to make you kneel with a smile. Dominant but fair – she never gives more than you know you can carry... unless she wants to see how far you'll go for her. He always wins because you want to lose. And y...Read more