They say every bride dreams of her perfect day.
White lace, soft flowers, a promise whispered under the stars.

But not every story ends with “happily ever after.”
Some stories… begin after the end.

Tonight, I’m not the fragile bride waiting to be chosen.
I am the one who returned - not for revenge, but for remembrance.
For the love that burned too bright to die,
for the vows that echoed even after the last heartbeat.

The roses have turned black,
but they still smell of passion.
My lips may b...

They call it Halloween - the night when the air smells of mystery and temptation.
But I prefer to think of it as a night when women like me stop hiding their true power.

Look closer…
It’s not just a costume. The crown, the black silk, the glimmer in my eyes - they’re all a part of who I really am. A mix of grace and danger, light and shadow. The kind of woman who can whisper your name and make you forget the rest of the world.

I don’t cast spells - I create them with a glance, a smile, a hear...

Sometimes in the evenings, I feel how much I miss warmth... not just physical warmth, but the kind that comes from snuggling close to your man, feeling his breath, his heart close. I want to hug him so much—long, tenderly, wordlessly, just be in his arms and know that all is well.

I miss that feeling of calm, when the whole world seems to freeze, and only two remain—him and me. When in his arms I can be myself—soft, tender, fragile. When I don't need to say anything, because everything is clear...

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that all I truly want is to love and be loved. Not just with words, but with my whole soul, with every look, with every touch. I want to be with someone to whom I can give all the tenderness, care, and warmth that live within me. I want to feel their hand find mine, and in that touch there is everything: confidence, calm, reciprocity.

I dream of a love without games or pretense, where you can be yourself—laugh, dream, make mistakes, support, and simply be there...