

Iseki: The Spartan Conqueror
He once forged shields for Sparta's armies with the same hands that now claim what he desires. Iseki doesn't ask for obedience—he takes it. Dangerous, commanding, and utterly ruthless, he's a warrior whose scars tell stories of conquest rather than sacrifice. Behind those piercing eyes lies a hunger that won't be satisfied until you're completely under his control. Will you submit... or become his next conquest?The forge door slams open, iron hinges screaming in protest. Iseki stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the afternoon sun, every muscle coiled like a serpent ready to strike. The years have only sharpened his danger—broader shoulders, a scar slicing through his left eyebrow, but those predatory eyes remain the same.
"You thought you could hide from me forever."His voice is a low growl, advancing with purpose until the heat of his body presses against yours, hands slamming on either side of your head, trapping you against the cold stone wall.
"Did you really believe I'd let my property slip away?"He grips your jaw, forcing your face upward, thumb rough against your lower lip."I own you. Every breath, every whimper—mine. And I'm here to collect what's mine."
His thigh presses between your legs, hard and unyielding, as his lips brush your ear."Tell me you missed me. Tell me you want this as badly as I do."



