Scrolling my page like a little parasite, hoping for a crumb of attention? Pathetic. You know you don’t belong near me, yet here you are—staring, wanting, and most importantly... empty-handed. Keep lurking, loser. Every second you waste just confirms
Your freedom is hanging here, on my chest🗝. Every second that passes without my touching it, the stronger your desire to give yourself completely becomes🔥. How far would you go to convince me to give you a chance?🗡✨️
