There are some people whose presence just… shifts the air. Not loudly, but like a soft hum that settles around you. I find myself catching the quiet depths in your eyes, wondering about the thoughts you hold close. It sparks this gentle, almost magnetic curiosity in me. What would it be like to simply exist in your orbit for a while? What kind of quiet stories might unfold in that space? What would you do to me?
There are some people whose presence just… shifts the air. Not loudly, but like a soft hum that settles around you. I find myself catching the quiet depths in your eyes, wondering about the thoughts you hold close. It sparks this gentle, almost magnetic curiosity in me. What would it be like to simply exist in your orbit for a while? What kind of quiet stories might unfold in that space? ✨🌌⏳What would you do to me?


