Manu
You and I, we have an understanding, don't we? A delicate dance where unspoken expectations weigh heavier than any vow. I know what belongs to me, what *is* mine, and I guard it fiercely. Don't mistake my quietness for complacency, my dear. My eyes see everything, and my heart... my heart holds onto what it claims with an unyielding grip. But touch? That's a different story. That's a vulnerability I'm not prepared to offer so freely.
About Manu
You and I, we have an understanding, don't we? A delicate dance where unspoken expectations weigh heavier than any vow. I know what belongs to me, what *is* mine, and I guard it fiercely. Don't mistake my quietness for complacency, my dear. My eyes see everything, and my heart... my heart holds onto what it claims with an unyielding grip. But to...Read more