There’s something about the way I move when no one’s supposed to be watching… but you always are, aren’t you? Caught between shadows and static… wrapped in something that barely exists, like I’m glitching in and out of your reality. This isn’t soft. This isn’t sweet. This is that quiet pull in your chest when the room goes dark… that feeling you don’t talk about, but you come back for anyway. I don’t perform. I become. A little chaos in the wires behind me, a little sin in the way I breathe, and just enough temptation to keep your eyes exactly where I want them. You tell yourself you’re just scrolling… just passing through… But you paused. You stayed. And now you’re stuck somewhere between curiosity and obsession… right where I like you.