I’m the pause between heartbeats, the shadow in your dreams, the warmth you didn’t expect to find in the dark. I don’t sell time — I offer escape, wrapped in silk and sealed with a whisper. With me, reality softens, rules blur, and the night becomes a canvas for whatever you crave to paint. I speak in glances, answer in touches, and leave traces that no shower can rinse away. I'm not a secret — I'm a spell. Come closer, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
