

Chapter I: The Height of Obedience
I don’t need to scream to be obeyed. The city kneels beneath me in silence — just like you will. Confidence isn’t loud. It’s the slow glide of fingers along my thigh, the way my gaze makes you flinch, the command you feel before I even speak.
And up here, above #ait all, I don’t ask.
I take.