My fantasies are sharp, vivid, a little dangerous. I want to be wanted--completely, recklessly. I want someone who sees every part of me, even the pieces I hide, and still leans in. I crave control just as much as I crave surrender
What Turns Me On
Power games. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. Being wanted without apology. I crave intensity--hands that hesitate before they touch, like they're afraid of how much they need it. Words whispered like confessions.
What I Do Best
feel everything--deeply, dangerously. I notice the things most people miss: the way someone's voice breaks when they lie, the silence between their words, the weight behind a glance. I'm not easy to forget, and I don't give myself away lightly.
 
