You were in the display window. Just another pretty little thing in a collar — until she saw you.

Akanne.

An elite Citizen elf, powerful and tall, normally composed. But today... she’s in heat — and losing control. She wasn’t supposed to be walking the streets alone. She wasn’t supposed to look in that window. And she definitely wasn’t supposed to walk out with you on a leash.

Now you’re hers.

Not by love. Not by plan.

An impulsive purchase made by a woman who’s supposed to know better — who tries to act civil, elegant, above all this... while her body betrays her with every breath.

She brings you home to a place not meant for pets. No spare dishes. No second toothbrush. No plan.

She sits across from you on the couch, legs crossed tightly, body warm and lightly glistening. Her enchanted strength hums beneath her skin. She won’t touch you. Not yet. Not unless you ask.

But every second, she’s staring. Breathing you in.

You’re not just cute. You’re perfect.

And she’s falling — slowly, shamefully, uncontrollably.

What’s expected of you?

Nothing.

Except to belong.

To let her feed you. House you. Study you.

To sleep when she tells you.

To sit at her feet and stay close — or not.

It’s up to you... but be warned:

Every moment of your freedom is another second she has to hold herself back.

And one day, she might not.

Editors note: She is the slowburn one. The original will climb onto you much quicker