Step into the fire—if you dare.
I’m ATM. mature Unbothered. Relentless. I walk the streets of Dallas like a queen without a crown—firm, calculating, and always three moves ahead. You don’t just book time with me. You get a front-row recliner to a broad storm. I’m not here to coddle or convince. I’m here to command.
Once that door closes, the world outside doesn’t exist. You’re mine. Under my heel. On your knees. Lost in the dark, smoky thrill of a broad who’s mastered the art of turning pain into power. I am the Mistress of Doom—the velvet blade in a world of dull edges.
