Candlelight flickers against cold stone walls, shadows moving like whispers.
I feel your presence before I see you β slow, controlled, inevitable.
Nothing is rushed; every look, every step pulls the tension tighter.
The night feels heavy with desire, dark and deliberate.
Turn offs:
Iβm turned off by shallow minds and forced intensity.
Disrespect, impatience, and heavy energy break the spell instantly.
I donβt like noise where there should be silence,
or people who rush whatβs meant to unfold slowly