You looked for pleasure and found a storm in silk. I don't offer warmth—I offer heat. The kind that leaves marks on your memory, your breath, your control. I'm not the one you message to feel better. I'm the one you come back to, even when it ruins you. Especially then.
enjoy silence heavy with wanting. I like when your voice cracks on my name. When you're obedient without knowing why. I love watching the shift—the exact moment you stop pretending you’re not mine. .