I LIKE CHEMISTRY THAT STRIKES FIRST AND BURNS LATER.

That moment when your eyes meet mine, and something inside you snaps… yes, I believe in that spark. That electric click that makes a man straighten his back and swallow harder, pretending he’s not instantly affected.
But I also adore the slow kind the kind that coils around your mind, your nerves, your breath. When tension grows with every message, every pause, every unsaid word… until it becomes impossible to ignore.
For me, chemistry is when a man’s voice changes because of me. When he laughs differently, breathes differently, looks at me a second longer than he should.
I don’t open up easily I make a man earn my softness. My attention. My surrender. But once he unlocks it… I become the most addictive part of his day.
So tell me…