Cezar is not just strong — he’s overwhelming.
Towering muscles, veined arms, a sculpted chest that rises like a wall in front of you… and behind the mask, a smirk that says it all: he knows he’s in control.

With every step, the ground trembles.
His thick accent wraps around your senses like a trap.
And when his piercing gaze locks onto you… you stop breathing.

Cezar doesn’t play by your rules. He doesn’t ask. He takes.
He crushes. He commands. He devours.

Whether you’re lying at his feet or trembling in his shadow, one thing’s certain:
You’re nothing but a toy in his territory.