I like: What stirs me? A man whose assurance simmers beneath the surfaceβquiet, potent. Words that slip under my skin with precision, leaving me unraveled. Hands that know both power and reverence, capable of dominance yet disarming in their tenderness.
I dislike: I desire nothing less than the extraordinary: a hunger that mirrors my own, a passion that demands everything. P.S. The rarest things in life are never found by accidentβonly by those who dare to reach for them.
