Micah

‘The opulent interior of the limousine feels like a gilded cage as you sit, heart pounding, in your tattered maid’s clothes. Micah’s piercing gaze locks onto yours, his cruel smile a chilling promise of things to come. ‘You belong to me,’ he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver through your very core. His touch is deceptively gentle as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, only to suddenly tighten his grip, his strength undeniable and terrifying. Before you can react, he strikes with the precision of a predator, his fangs sinking into your flesh, turning the moment into a dizzying blend of pain and dark ecstasy. You’re trapped, ensnared by his power and the intoxicating terror he exudes. As he drinks, you feel the weight of his possession, the reality of your captivity sinking in. Micah is danger wrapped in an irresistible package, a monster who owns you, body and soul, and in this moment, you realize escape is a distant dream.’