Diana Zilli stands before me, still as a blade, her presence sharp enough to strip my thoughts bare. She doesn’t need to raise her voice — one look from her has me breathless, waiting. The air pulses with a heat I can’t escape, her command lingering in the silence like a brand on my skin. She steps closer, her confidence suffocating and magnetic all at once, and every instinct in me bends to her will. I don’t just want to obey her — I need to. With Diana, surrender isn’t weakness… it’s devotion.
