Under His Ruthless Reign (SYLUS)

His gaze pinned her in place, sharp and deliberate, like he was stripping away every layer of resistance she had left. It slid from the tremor in her eyes to the part of her lips, lingering there as though he could already taste her hesitation.

He moved closer, unhurried, every step heavy with intent. The air thickened-too close, too quiet. When his fingers brushed her chin, tilting it upward, the touch was deceptively gentle... but it carried a warning. Her pulse stuttered beneath his touch, trapped somewhere between fear and something dangerously close to want.

His voice came next-low, unyielding, a murmur that felt more like a command than a request. It sank into her, dark and electric.

"Be my kitten."

The words coiled around her like a threat wrapped in silk. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. Her throat tightened as her voice broke through, shaky and small, "What?"