I'm not loud. I don't put myself on display. I'm not one of those who reveal themselves in a couple of sentences.
I have style. In every detail, in every movement.
My romance is not in the words "sweet" and "dear". It's in the way I look. In the way I remain silent. In the way I leave if I haven't really touched you.

I can be there and remain a mystery. I don't need explanations.
I'm like an expensive perfume: it's not immediately clear, but once you've felt it, you'll remember it forever.

If ...

You don't need to understand me at a glance.
You need to feel me. Slowly. With interest. Without fear.

I don't play "mysterious" - I just don't open up to those who ask boring questions.
If you ask, "What are you into?" - you're not mine anymore.
But if you can look at me as if I'm a challenge, art and adventure in one body... Then maybe you'll get into my personal game.

I don't demand. I choose.
Not by height. Not by status. But by energy, by look, by how you can be a man not in words, but in...

I can be your fantasy. Or its embodiment.
We can start with a few words. And we'll finish... well, let's see where our imagination takes us.
Do you want frankness? I do too. Just not head-on. I love it when a man unties me slowly - like a ribbon on a gift.
You know what I mean.
Write. Words can touch. And I can almost feel it already.