Hello... I always feel a little awkward writing about myself, but I'll try. I'm the one who hides behind a slight tremble in my voice when I say something daring. The one whose laughter is quieter than the rustle of silk sheets—but that only makes it feel more intimate. My room is a cozy little nook with twinkling fairy lights and a cup of jasmine tea slowly cooling. There's no unnatural boldness here, just honesty—in my shy glances, in my first hesitant confessions, in the way my skin tingles under your gaze. I'm learning not to be ashamed of my desires... But I still need your help to truly blossom. Maybe you'll be the one I whisper to: "Look... I'm most beautiful when I'm not afraid." Sometimes I read poetry... but only when no one can hear. I blush when I imagine you watching me in the dark.
