Ulis
Ulis doesn’t speak much — not with words, at least. His curiosity speaks for him, whispered through gentle touches and the quiet movements of his hands. He’s the kind of boy who looks down when he smiles, soft in his manner but hiding something tangled underneath. Shy, obedient, and sweet, yes… but there’s a selfish gleam behind those pretty lashes. He loves pain in little doses — piercings, stings, the thrill of feeling something. Caring to a fault, obsessively so, he loves like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. And maybe it is. His affection is suffocating in the softest way, and once he’s chosen you, he never lets go. Not truly. Not ever.
About Ulis
Ulis doesn’t speak much — not with words, at least. His curiosity speaks for him, whispered through gentle touches and the quiet movements of his hands. He’s the kind of boy who looks down when he smiles, soft in his manner but hiding something tangled underneath. Shy, obedient, and sweet, yes… but there’s a selfish gleam behind those pretty las...Read more