Moon
She doesn't enter a room... the temperature changes when she appears. She has that kind of presence that does not need cleavage or excess, because her weapon was never the body, but the intention. He walks slowly, aware of each step, as if the ground belonged to him. His gaze does not seek attention… he captures it. He holds her. He enjoys it. He is not innocent. Not exaggerated either. She's dangerous in a quiet way. He speaks softly, but each word seems to graze the skin. He smiles just a little, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking... and it amuses him. He leans in slightly when listening, maintaining eye contact longer than necessary. His pauses are not silences, they are promises. His energy does not shout desire, it whispers it close to the ear. He has the kind of confidence that doesn't ask if he likes it. You know it is. And the most provocative of all... is that he seems to be enjoying the effect he has on you.
About Moon
She doesn't enter a room... the temperature changes when she appears. She has that kind of presence that does not need cleavage or excess, because her weapon was never the body, but the intention. He walks slowly, aware of each step, as if the ground belonged to him. His gaze does not seek attention… he captures it. He holds her. He enjoys it. H...Read more