Description

I am winter wrapped in silk — white hair that falls like frost, eyes glowing green with a hunger that no man can resist. My touch is cool at first, teasing like the edge of ice against warm skin, before it blazes into heat that consumes us both. I move with elegance, each curve a promise of something forbidden, each breath a spell that pulls you closer. My whispers are velvet, slipping into your mind and stirring a fire you didn’t know you had. I want to see you surrender beneath me, lost in the sharp sweetness of my kisses. With me, every night becomes a storm — cold shivers, hot moans, and the ache of craving me again when morning comes.