She’s the reason I spent a year in a Siberian cage.
Now she walks in like one night together didn’t leave marks the cage never could.
She’s destruction wrapped in silk.
And I’d walk through fire just to taste the wreckage again.
She’s cut off, disgraced, slinking back like I’m her last shot.
Says she wants a job.
I give her a list of demands.
Her time. Her loyalty. Her body.
She agrees with a smile sharp enough to slice through steel.
Then takes the throne without even realizing she’s wearing the crown.
And when she begs?
I’m the one on my knees.
Now she’s in my bed.
Pregnant with my child.
And every enemy she’s made… has to get through me.
