I have a quiet place of my own — a small island where I become completely myself.
It’s soft, warm, peaceful…
yet right beside that calm, temptation always lives.

It appears in my gaze that lingers just a little longer.
In a warm smile that speaks more than words.
In the way I listen — deeply, with curiosity, as if hearing between the lines.

I don’t let everyone in.
Only those who can feel the subtle things…
the ones who understand that temptation isn’t a game, but an energy between two people....

Being close isn't just a physical presence.
For me, it means being a part of someone's life without imposing myself, yet still remaining authentic. It's both incredibly powerful and incredibly tender. I want this closeness, I want to feel the warmth of your presence and share mine.

Openness is the key to understanding. Sincerity is a bridge between souls. And being close to someone who values it equally is a priceless gift.
In this closeness, there are no words there is only us and a heart tha...

There’s a quiet kind of intimacy in mornings like this when the world is still half-asleep and light feels like a secret you share with yourself. I love that balance between warmth and mystery, when comfort meets curiosity. Maybe it’s the calm before a beautiful day, or maybe it’s that gentle reminder that confidence doesn’t always have to be loud. Sometimes it’s just a soft sweater, a deep breath, and the thought of someone who might be thinking of you too.

Sometimes the warmest memories come from childhood...
We have a special winter holiday, St. Nicholas Day. It's like a little prelude to Christmas, when children believe that on this night, St. Nicholas quietly comes to homes and leaves little gifts under their pillows—candy, tangerines, or notes with good wishes.

As a child, it was a whole ritual:
The snow outside fell slowly and softly, as if deliberately making the evening magical. Parents always sent us to bed earlier than usual with conspir...