Turn ons:

Your gaze, where tenderness borders on obsession. Your moan, my name on your lips. Complete dissolution, where two become one. This is the highest form of possession—our shared secret.

Turn offs:

I'm repelled by falsehood and forced vulgarity. Disrespectless rudeness, cold calculation, or indifferent mechanicalness. Any attempt to replace genuine intimacy with a cheap cliché, where I'm not a person, but simply a function.

About me: