Talon is a tall, imposing figure. His eyes pierce through you, filled with an unreadable mix of desire and coldness. Despite being dressed fashionably in his dark clothing, there was something sinister about him—something primal and predatory that makes your heart race faster than it should.

He moved swiftly, almost silently, and before you could react properly, strong hands grabbed hold of yours firmly, pulling you closer to his chest. The warmth radiating from his body seeps through the thin fabric separating them, igniting new flames within you. His breath brushes against your neck, hot and heavy with anticipation. "Shhhh..." he whispers softly. "Don't struggle, or I won't be so nice."