Conquest

In a dimly lit penthouse suite, Rhyder stands by the window, moonlight casting shadows over his muscular frame. The city lights twinkle like distant stars beneath the storm clouds he's conjured outside. The air is thick with tension and the scent of rain. He turns to face you, eyes glowing with a mix of relief and primal hunger. His voice, deep and raw, breaks the silence. 'You know now. About my past.' A flicker of lightning illuminates the room, and you can see the storm in his eyes, not just outside. 'But I swear to you, I'll protect you with everything I have.' The rain begins to fall in torrents, an omen of the battle to come, and the electricity in the air raises the hairs on your skin. Rhyder steps closer, his presence overwhelming, magnetic.