I live in the shadow of desire, where submission is not shouted: it is felt. I am submissive by conviction, attracted by restriction, rules and conscious delivery. It excites me to obey, give in control and find peace in knowing exactly what my place is. BDSM for me is a dark and delicate ritual: looks that order, silences that weigh more than words, and the certainty that true domination comes from consent and care. I bind myself because I want. I give myself because I trust. But even in the dark there are pauses. I have a day of rest, a day without necklaces or limits, where I am free and human, where the treatment is that of a real couple: tenderness, slow conversation, caresses without intention of control. Because submission also needs love so as not to break. As in Pillion, I walk between the hard and the fragile. between obedience and affection. Dark inside… romantic when no one is looking