body {
background-color: #000;
color: #f5d1f5;
font-family: ‘Playfair Display’, serif;
line-height: 1.6;
padding: 40px;
max-width: 800px;
margin: auto;
}
h1 {
text-align: center;
color: #ff66b2;
font-size: 2.4em;
letter-spacing: 1px;
text-transform: uppercase;
}
img {
display: block;
margin: 20px auto;
border-radius: 12px;
width: 100%;
max-width: 600px;
box-shadow: 0 0 20px rgba(255, 102, 178, 0.3);
}
a.call {
display: block;
text-align: center;
background-color: #ff66b2;
color: #000;
font-weight: bold;
padding: 14px;
margin-top: 25px;
border-radius: 8px;
text-decoration: none;
font-size: 1.1em;
transition: all 0.3s ease-in-out;
}
a.call:hover {
background-color: #f5d1f5;
color: #000;
letter-spacing: 1px;
}
Surrender to Desire: The Night Ebony Rivers Took Control
The room was thick with anticipation — the kind that makes your pulse betray you before a single word is spoken.
I stepped into the light, every movement slow and deliberate, my heels clicking like a countdown to your surrender.
“Look at me,” I whispered — not as a request, but a command.
My gaze cut through the silence, holding yours hostage. You wanted to resist, but resistance was never really your choice, was it?
My fingers traced your jaw, my nails just sharp enough to remind you who owned that breath you were holding.
The air between us trembled — power shifting, control slipping, desire thickening until every inch of you ached to obey.
This is my world, my stage, and you?
You’re here to crave Ebony Rivers — the voice, the touch, the fantasy you’ll replay long after the night fades.
