There’s something about rain at night…

The sound against the window, the soft light in the room, and that cozy feeling that makes you want to whisper instead of talk.
I love evenings like this - when time slows down and thoughts become warmer.

I curl up with a book, but after a few pages, I catch myself daydreaming… about laughter, about someone’s voice, about a moment that feels almost real.

Maybe it’s just the rain - or maybe it’s the heart, remembering how it feels to be wanted.

There are things that make us alive—precisely because they're forbidden.
These "no-nos" warm us more than any "yes." They excite, provoke, and force our imagination to work against our reason.
Prohibitions aren't walls; they're invitations to an inner game. You don't have to cross boundaries; just get close enough to feel where the tremors begin.
Sometimes you just want to experience that moment—before, when nothing has happened yet, but it's impossible not to wonder what would happen if you all...

There's a special silence between two people—not awkward, but electric. Everything is clear in it without words. One breath, a gentle sigh, a pause before answering—and suddenly the air becomes thicker.
Sometimes it's precisely in silence that attraction is born. It unsettles, but doesn't let go. You want to break the pause, to say something, but then the magic disappears.
Silence is like a game: who will be the first to break, who will take a step, who will risk speaking out what's hidden behin...

Jealousy is a strange feeling. You don't admit it, you don't show it, but inside you're clenching.
You smile, you speak calmly, but your heart beats faster than it should.
Not because you don't trust. But because you don't want to share.
Sometimes it's not weakness, but proof that you truly feel.