I’m the kind of girl your mother warned you about — the one who smiles sweetly while planning a little chaos. I like to blur the line between good and bad, between dream and temptation. You’ll never quite know what I’m thinking, but you’ll feel it — in the way I look at you, in the silence that burns hotter than words.
I adore confident men who know how to play — not rush, not beg, but tease with their mind first. I love attention that feels dangerous, conversations that taste like risk, and energy that keeps my pulse just a little too fast.