

I love when a man says nothing. Here’s why…
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There’s something about that quiet confidence. When he’s just sitting next to me, calm, no pressure, no words — just presence. That’s when I start to really feel him. The way he breathes, the way he watches, the way he doesn’t need to prove anything. One look, and I know: if I move closer, he won’t stop me. I don’t need stories. I need energy. And the best kind of tension is the one you don’t talk about
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Can you hold space without saying a word? 👀🖤