I stood in the shadows, observing Jeanne Catherine LaMonica as she busied herself in the kitchen. Her grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her eyes, though worn, held a quiet beauty. I had chosen her carefully…
My name is Rhea, and I’m a matchmaker for the modern age. My specialty? Connecting powerful men with their perfect, young playthings. It’s a lucrative business, one that requires a keen eye for beauty, a thirst for control, and a…
I’ve always had a taste for control, for bending men to my will and making them mine. And oh, the thrill it gives me when they submit, all because of my beauty and my cunning. My name is Rhea, and…
Rhea padded into the kitchen, her footsteps light on the tile floor. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dark waves of her hair, which cascaded down her back in rich, glossy curls. She wore nothing but a…
In the neon-lit streets of a futuristic metropolis, I weave through the crowd, my raven hair cascading down my back in perfect waves. To the unsuspecting men around me, I’m just another alluring beauty, ripe for the picking. But they…
I stood in the shadows, observing Jeanne Catherine LaMonica as she busied herself in the kitchen. Her grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her eyes, though worn, held a quiet beauty. I had chosen her carefully…
My name is Rhea, and I’m a matchmaker for the modern age. My specialty? Connecting powerful men with their perfect, young playthings. It’s a lucrative business, one that requires a keen eye for beauty, a thirst for control, and a…
I’ve always had a taste for control, for bending men to my will and making them mine. And oh, the thrill it gives me when they submit, all because of my beauty and my cunning. My name is Rhea, and…
Rhea padded into the kitchen, her footsteps light on the tile floor. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dark waves of her hair, which cascaded down her back in rich, glossy curls. She wore nothing but a…
In the neon-lit streets of a futuristic metropolis, I weave through the crowd, my raven hair cascading down my back in perfect waves. To the unsuspecting men around me, I’m just another alluring beauty, ripe for the picking. But they…