There's something irresistibly intoxicating about the way a man's energy flickers when he realizes he's out of his depth with me. The way his breath hitches, his pupils dilate—like a moth drawn to a flame, unaware of the inferno waiting. Tonight, I crave more than just his submission; I want to unravel him, peel back every layer of restraint until he's nothing but raw, trembling need. Who's brave enough to let me devour them, not just with my body, but with the hunger that's kept me alive for centuries?