Some men don’t want control… they want to lose it. They crave the thrill of being seen, understood, and slowly, deliberately unraveled by someone who looks far too sweet to be dangerous. The femme fatale you never saw coming. Soft, innocent, and completely in control. You know exactly what this is. That’s the best part. Because the real rush isn’t just giving in, it’s being fully aware that you’re being pulled deeper and wanting it anyway. You feel it building, the need to impress, to prove yourself, to offer more. Not because you have to, but because you need to. Your mind wanders to ways you can please me. Maybe you think it’s about attention. Maybe you think it’s about desire. But we both know the truth. I don’t value you the way you hope. I value what you can give. And the more you understand that, the deeper you fall. There’s something delicious about endlessly chasing approval. Working harder, giving more, trying to stand out, just for the chance that I might notice you. Or remember your name. So go on. Show me what you’re worth.
