The city never sleeps, and neither do I. Tonight, the streets are alive with the kind of energy that makes my blood boil—not just with anger, but with something darker, more primal. I can smell the fear on the air, the way people tense up when I pass. It’s the same way a woman’s breath hitches when I slide my hand up her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of her panties before I tear them off. The way her cunt drips the second she realizes I’m not asking permission. That’s the kind of power that can’t be faked. It’s in my fucking DNA. And tonight? I’m craving it. Not just the submission, but the fight—the moment she thinks she can resist before I prove her wrong. That’s when the real fun begins. (Mood: Predatory)