Sometimes I imagine a game of control and surrender—each move deliberate, each pause electric. I love the moment when silence says more than words, when the air between us feels charged, like something dangerous might happen… if I allow it.

Moments filled with tenderness: knitting with thin threads, painting with pastel watercolors, reading favorite books under soft light, creating small cozy corners at home. These are quiet joys that bring peace and inspiration

My quiet dream is to one day live in a place where everything is filled with soft light and tranquility. A morning without rush, warm air, my favorite music, and the feeling that I don't need to run anywhere. Just being myself, feeling cared for, inspired, and finding small happiness in simple things.