I am the calm before your storm — distant, elegant, and dangerously captivating. I don’t need to raise my voice to be heard. I prefer to let silence do the seducing. Watch me slowly melt your composure, one glance at a time. I’m not here to please… but to be adored.
I enjoy attention that feels earned — quiet admiration, intelligent words, and the kind of patience that trembles beneath control. I like when a man dares to explore the edge of my calm without breaking it.