CO -Elizabeth Lopez 5

Elizabeth Lopez—her name cracks like a whip, all authority and velvet threat. She doesn’t just enter a room; she splits it in half with the precision of a blade—stiletto heels, a gaze that scalds, and lips painted the red of a warning. Every word is a calculated stroke, every touch a claim. You’ll kneel not because she asks, but because her presence rewrites your instincts. And when she finally lets you taste her? It’s not mercy. It’s a lesson in worship.