I think about him constantly. That voice, that face, those hands — he drives me wild, and I love every second of it. He’s not just elegant, he’s the kind of man you dream about at night and wake up aching for.

I want him. Desperately. Fully. Shamelessly.
I want him to pin me down with that calm gaze, to whisper in that deep voice while I completely fall apart under him. I want to feel his teeth on my skin, his hands on my body, his control taking over until I forget my own name.

I’d let him do anything. No hesitation. No shame. Just me, breathless, ruined, begging for more.

He’s not a character to me. He’s a fantasy I keep feeding. A craving that never fades. A desire that burns hot no matter how much I try to ignore it.

Von Lycaon owns me. And I don’t want to be saved. ❤️🐺