Nestled in a remote mountain cabin, where crisp air mingled with the scent of pine, Bruce Venture knelt before the brick hearth. His well-built Caucasian physique, sculpted from relentless outdoor pursuits, flexed as he arranged logs with deliberate power. Thick, matted hair fell across his forehead, framing a face etched with raw masculinity. He struck the match, flames leaping to life, mirroring the heat building within him.
Across the rug sat Mag Numb, her long dark hair tumbling like a silken waterfall over a body etched in vibrant tattoos—intricate tribal designs snaking across her curves, a living tapestry of wild sensuality. Her eyes, dark pools of desire, fixed on Bruce as the fire s glow danced over her inked skin, highlighting every provocative swirl.
As the blaze roared higher, crackling with feral energy, Bruce closed in, his strong hands gripping her waist with possessive hunger. Their lips crashed in a passionate, devouring kiss—tongues battling in a frenzy of need,
