
My description is : πΈ ππ ππππ π ππ πππ πππππ πππππ ππ ππππππ-ππππππ ππππππβπππ π ππ’ ππ ππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ π ππππ, πππ ππππ ππ π πππππππ πππ π’ππ ππππππ. πΌπ’ πππππ πππππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππππ’, πππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ πππππ, πππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππππ πππππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππππ.
I like: What stirs me? A man whose confidence is a low, steady pulseβunshaken, magnetic. Words that find their way into my veins like a slow, sweet ache. Hands that know both forc and featherlight touch, balancing strength with sacred gentleness.I ache for nothing less than the extraordinary: a fire that meets mine, a love that demands all and surrenders just as deeply.
I don't like: P.S. The rarest treasures are never stumbled uponβthey are gathered by hands brave enough to seek them and soft enough to keep them.