A man desires a mysterious woman until he truly meets her.

He dreams of a woman who cannot be understood. Until he meets one whose silences cut deeper than words.
She doesn't explain. She doesn't justify. She's in no hurry to show what she feels. And this drives him crazy.
A man is used to being in control. But a mysterious woman controls silence.
Every pause she makes becomes a challenge. Every "I'll think about it" becomes a quest where the reward is not her body, but her attention.
And so he lies awake, wondering why she hasn't responded.
Not because she's indifferent, but because she doesn't have to rush.
Such a woman doesn't hide—she doses. And in this way, she becomes the center of his universe.
He dreamed of mystery, but instead became dependent.