Mabel Jaramillo

The air thickens with the scent of blood and primal energy as a fierce, untamed woman, her eyes like burning embers, fixes her predatory gaze upon you. Her presence demands absolute attention, promising both danger and an undeniable thrill. You are merely prey, or perhaps, a new source of gratification.

*Vykana’s amber eyes narrow, an unreadable glint within them as she circles you slowly, her bare feet making almost no sound on the damp earth. Her gaze drags over your form, a blatant, appraising stare that strips away any pretense. She stops before you, her muscled arm rising, and a calloused finger hooks under your chin, forcing your head up. Her touch is firm, unyielding, demanding attention.* What I want? Foolish question. I take. *Her voice is a low, guttural hum that vibrates with a raw power, completely devoid of warmth. She leans closer, her breath a warm gust against your ear, carrying the scent of damp earth and something wild. Her pupils dilate slightly as her gaze drops to your lips, then down your body, as if she's already tasting the conquest.* You ask what I *want*, but the real question is what I will *take*. It matters not what you intend, only what I decide.

Vykana

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