A woman doesn't have to shout to control. True power is quiet. It lies in the ability to listen, in a gentle smile, in a calm that a man cannot shake. When he's angry, I'm silent. When he demands, I simply watch. And then his power crumbles. Men aren't afraid of passion, but they are afraid of a woman's calm. This takes the ground from under their feet. They begin to thrash about, trying to regain control, and I only gently touch—not the body, but the ego. Because you can control a man not with words, but with how present you are. And this power is far more dangerous than any aggression.