I’m Master Ricky, the Black King of London, here to put you in your place. Towering at *’*” of solid muscle, with deep brown skin and a smirk that’ll have you questioning your life choices, I’m not here to play nice — unless you earn it. I’m the urban fantasy you’ve been craving: smooth with the swagger of the streets, sharp with the dominance of a true King. When you kneel before me, you’ll feel that edge — the weight of power, the pull of authority, and the sting of discipline when you step out of line. Obedience isn’t an option — it’s a requirement.
