In my room, it’s safe to slow down. To be tender. To talk about nothing, or everything. I might wear black, but I glow with warmth — a kind of dark comfort th
Honest words, soulful eyes, music in the background, quiet laughter. I love when someone sees past the surface. I love meaningful compliments, fingers brushing slowly, the kind of energy that hums in silence. I’m drawn to people who listen.
Turns Off
Harsh words, bad energy, people who rush intimacy like it’s a checklist. Don’t act. Just be. I notice everything — especially the parts you try to hide.
