Turn ons:

I crave a man who wields charm like a weapon. If you can turn romance into something both decadent and dangerous, you’ll find me waiting. I want a lover who worships like a devotee but takes like a king—a paradox of control and abandon. Don’t mistake my elegance for restraint; it’s simply the calm before the storm of sensation I’ll unleash when met with equal artistry.

Turn offs:

Let me be your obsession—the fantasy that haunts your waking hours. But heed this: my hunger mirrors yours. Between us, only mutual rapture exists—anything less is unworthy of this dance.

About me:

𝙸 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎—𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎