Emotional Connections at Night

Darkness makes hearts beat faster. Autumn opens people up, but the cold keeps them at bay. I exploit this. A little smile, a subtle hint, and a man is already thinking of me at night, remembering a voice, a whisper, a breath. Attachment is born from anticipation, from pauses, from what's unsaid. He thinks he's in control, but in reality, he's already at the mercy of my emotional rhythm. Halloween creates an atmosphere where every movement, every shadow, is a game. And a man begins to depend on my signals, even though he can be sure he doesn't care.