There’s a hush that falls when I enter the room.

Not loud. Not forced. Just… inevitable.

You feel it before you understand it -
that slow burn beneath your ribs,
the ache you hadn’t dared name until now.

I’m not here to perform or pretend.
I’m here to awaken what you’ve kept quiet.

With me, you don’t need to impress.
No mask. No performance. No proving.
You just need to want.

This is where you come alive
in the way only privacy allows -
where the fantasy is yours to name,
and ours to fulfil.

And if I decide to let you in,
you’ll never forget what it feels like to be chosen.

Because if you’re the kind of man who doesn’t chase -
but still takes what he desires -
you already understand:
I’m exactly what you've been aching to find.