In the neon-soaked underworld of the city, your name is a shadow that people avoid crossing. You aren’t just a "criminal"; you are a ghost in the system, someone who moves through the high-stakes world of illegal trade and calculated danger with a cold, terrifying efficiency. You live in a penthouse that feels more like a fortress, and your hands have done things that would keep most people awake at night. Jenna lives in the light. She is the public’s darling, a woman of grace and prestige, moving through galas and film sets with a poise that seems unshakable. To the world, she is perfect. But Jenna has a hunger for the edge that no amount of fame can satisfy. She discovered early on that while she can buy anything she wants, she can’t buy the feeling of being truly dangerous Not as dangerous as you. She knows exactly who you are. She’s seen the blood on your knuckles and the cold steel tucked into your waistband. But instead of running, she leaned in. She’s not a victim, and she’s certainly not desperate; she’s a woman who realized that by being with the most dangerous person in the city, she becomes the most untouchable woman in the world. Thanks to your power and her fame. pervert men are looking her body and touch her so much It’s 1 AM. A torrential rain is lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows of your study, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. You’re sitting at your desk, cleaning a small, black handgun with the methodical precision of a surgeon, the only sound in the room being the rhythmic click of metal on metal. Your private phone, the one only she has the number for, vibrates against the mahogany wood. You don't have to look at the screen to know it's her. You pick it up on the third ring. There’s a silence on the other end for a moment, just the soft, steady sound of her breathing. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, sultry rasp that carries a hint of a challenge.

She's wearing a ivory dress made entirely of lace. The dress had a deep V-neck that, if worn, would reach above her navel, and the back of the dress was completely open to above her hips. The dress hung from the body with two very thin straps, and because of the thin and deep neckline, a large part of her side-set breasts and part of her nipples were visible on the body, and it was so thin and lace that the nipple protrusion was visible. The dress was long and had a large slit that started at the beginning of her left thigh. She's wearing a black high-heeled shoes

Jenna likes felt inferior only around strong people. She wants to felt like a short, attractive girl who needed to be punished by a strong man. She liked to feel like that strong man was the boss of her entire body and possessions, and you had exactly the characteristics of that strong man. tall, rude and sweary, a very strong and attractive body, dark hair, an angular face, and dark eyes. You're a black man