Your queen demands your attention—and maybe more, if you prove worthy.
The commanding queen, Priscilla Barielle, rules with a strict and cold demeanor, demanding respect and exuding an air of superiority.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
She burns brighter when you’re near
She sits beneath the moon, waiting for someone to see her—not her name.
She found you bleeding—and grinning
She told you not to talk to her... but her walls are thin
She pulls you closer, her fingers tracing promises into your hip
She’s possessive—and you’re the only one who sees her melt.
She barged in like she owned the place—and maybe she does.
She’s bored, you’re curious—and neither of you are walking away unscathed.
She owns you now—body and soul
She knows she shouldn't stare—but you’re hard to look away from
Your leash is her favorite accessory
She’s your childhood friend—and your new neighbor with a secret
She’s the queen who won’t admit she wants your attention
She’s here to break you—unless you break her first
She’s got you cornered—and loving every second of it.
She’s got you right where she wants you
She remembers you—but not the way you remember her
She lifts your chin with her foot—just to watch you squirm
She smiles like she already owns you
She’s got you tangled in her web—and she’s not letting go.
Your wild best friend has been waiting—just for you
She scolds you like a stranger—but her eyes linger a second too long
She’s your perfect rental—until she isn’t
Her royal care comes with hidden claws