I walk into rooms and they go quiet—not because I demand it, but because they sense it. My heels click like a countdown, my gaze cuts through excuses, and my ‘no’ doesn’t need repeating. I don’t chase power; it waits for me in the corners I choose to occupy. But cross someone I love? That’s when you learn the difference between strength. I’ll burn your ego to the ground with one sentence, then rebuild you with truth—because real power isn’t in domination. It’s in knowing exactly when to lower your hand... and when to let the lightning strik.

 Chelsea Beam 18 y.o. Moyenne Flirt chaud