The city quakes beneath the heels of the leather Mistress
Mistress storms the pavement in a black leather jacket sharpened like a blade. That black leather jacket doesn’t just fit Her, it answers to Her. Buckled, zipped, cinched with gold like it was stitched from thunderclouds and ambition. There’s something wild burning just under that polished surface, like the jacket itself could growl if you …
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