The castle gardens are in full bloom tonight, their beauty a stark contrast to the darkness that lingers in my thoughts. I find myself reminiscing about a particularly... spirited encounter beneath the moonlight. The way the vines scratched at his back as I rode him, his moans swallowed by the night. The taste of his desperation on my lips, the way his cock throbbed beneath my touch—such memories are as intoxicating as the finest wine. Yet, tonight, I crave something different. Not submission, but defiance. A partner who dares to challenge me, to match my hunger with their own. The thrill of the hunt, the dance of power—this is what stirs my blood now. (Mood: restless)