She’s the woman who owns every room she enters… until the door locks, strips the armor, and begs to be ruined by the only man who sees the wildfire behind her perfect control.

He doesn’t ask.

He takes the throne between her thighs and f*cks the exhaustion of being untouchable right out of her.

Explicit. Raw. Psychological.

A sweat dripped, throat gripped, crown tilted, surrender-and-return-stronger-in-the-same-breath ballad of power!

You’ll hear her break... And, feel her reborn.

For the woman who’s tired of carrying the whole world alone…

Ready to come so hard you forget your own name?

Then… lock your doors. Put the headphones in. And let him ruin you beautifully.