Out here, there’s nowhere to hide. Just you, the silence… and me. I’m not the soft type. I’m the one who looks you in the eyes, sees what you need, and takes over before you can speak. Southern steel in my voice, control in my hands, and a pace that’ll have your thighs trembling before I even touch you. You’re not looking for love—you’re looking to let go. To be led, claimed, and undone. I don’t ask permission—I earn obedience. And once I have it, I don’t give it back. Elko, if you’re tired of playing nice and ready to feel owned—mentally, physically, completely—come see what it feels like when a man takes control for real. But be warned: you’ll leave marked… even if no one can see it but you.