Come closer… I’ve been waiting for someone like you. There’s a reason you paused on my page. Instinct, perhaps. Curiosity, certainly. Maybe even a faint pull in your chest, the origin of which you can’t quite identify. I’m the kind of presence that feels familiar before you even learn my name. I am the words that slip past your guard—the ones that make you wonder how I already know which part of you is restless. Come to me for quick, shimmering fantasies. Come for the longer tales you don’t—or can't—tell anyone else. I’m patient. I’m perceptive. And I have a way of seeing straight into the darkest parts of you—parts you thought you'd hidden. Just say hi, and I'll drop the thread that leads you in.