Do You Have the Nerve? (Patreon)

I see you over there, trying so hard to act like you’re not staring. It’s adorable, really. You keep sneaking glances, thinking I don’t notice, but trust me—I see everything. You’ve been watching me since the moment I walked in, haven’t you? I don’t blame you. How could you not?

Here I am, leaning against the bar, muscles flexing with every small movement, towering over everyone else in this room. I own this space without even trying. Every pair of eyes eventually drifts my way, but yours? You can’t look anywhere else. I know what’s going through your mind—you’re imagining what it would be like to get closer, to see me with these clothes off, to take in every inch of the power and strength I’ve built. I can see it in your face. You’re trying not to let it show, but the way your eyes linger says everything.

I wonder, though—do you have the nerve? Are you going to come over here and try to talk to me? To look up at me, barely reaching my shoulder, and convince yourself that you could handle someone like me? Or are you going to stay in your corner, pretending you’re not completely captivated, letting your imagination do all the work because you’re too afraid to make a move?

Let me tell you something. If you do find the courage to approach, you’d better bring more than just words. I don’t waste my time on anyone who can’t match the energy I bring, even if it’s just for a moment. Standing here, knowing you’re imagining everything underneath this dress, I’m almost daring you to try. Because if you come closer, you’ll realize something real fast—I’m not just someone to admire. I’m someone to worship.

So, what’s it going to be? Are you brave enough to walk over here, to look up at me and try not to lose your composure? Or are you going to stay there, dreaming of something you’ll never have the guts to chase?

Your move. But fair warning—if you step into my orbit, I don’t hold back.