BDSM Frauen in Wiener Neustadt

21 Jahre jung brunette Ich bin ziemlich unerfahren und auf der Suche nach jemanden, der mir hilft, meine zahlreichen, schmutzigen Fantasien Realität werden zu lassen.

German Version bellow 👇🏻 Zögere nicht, mir auf Deutsch zu schreiben. Bin immerhin eine waschechte Niederösterreicherin und geborene Wienerin 😉. ❌ keine ungefragten dickpics ❌ keine Windeln ❌ keine Fäkalien ❌ keine Affären ❌ keine Polyamorie ❌ keine nicht-monogamen Männer ❌ kein ons ❌ kein NSA ✅ gerne was Festes & Ernsthaftes ✅ monogam ✅ Werte sind mir wichtig --- 🔥 About me Soft hands and body, dark mind, old soul. I read energy, not words, and I crave the kind of connection that hums beneath the skin.There’s a duality to me: warmth and fire, softness and steel. I move through life with curiosity, passion, and a hint of mischief. I’m a brat; playful, teasing, sometimes testing. But when I trust, I soften completely. My submission is not given lightly, it’s earned, and when it’s earned, it’s all-consuming. I crave that balance: someone strong enough to handle the storm, yet grounded enough to see the woman behind it. 🖤 Who I am I’m a woman who lives with intensity, emotionally, mentally, and sensually. I laugh by day, dream by night, and feel everything deeply. Connection matters more to me than perfection; honesty as much as sexual performance. I’m drawn to energy that feels both grounding and electric. People who carry a little darkness in their light. There’s a quiet storm inside me; a mix of tenderness, wit, and dark femininity. I think deeply, feel intensely, and crave connection that’s both emotional and primal. 😈 What I’m looking for I’m drawn to a soft Dom, but not soft in the sense of weak. The kind who carries calm danger in his silence. The kind who could break me, but chooses instead to claim me. A man who leads with presence, not ego. A brat tamer who enjoys the tension. Who lets me tease, test, and push, only to pull me back where I belong with quiet authority. I’m not looking for someone to tame me into silence. I’m looking for the kind of dominance that feels like protection: steady, dark, consuming, and safe all at once. Someone who can meet me in the shadows and make me want to surrender there. 👁️ Consider this before you step closer Still new to the world of BDSM; curious, reflective, and learning at my own pace. What fascinates me most is the psychology, the energy, and the unspoken connection behind it all. Still finding my way out of being a pillow princess and into something a little darker, a little brattier, and a lot more self-aware. 🎃 What you bring • optional: Height: > 1.83m • You’ve built a solid life: steady, grounded, confident. You let me in. • You have a taste for a little darkness: masks during play are a turn-on (Ghostface, shirtless? Big yes.) • You’re ready to chase me through the woods. Catch me if you can~ • You read dark romance (required reading: Haunting Adeline and Lights Out – Into Darkness by Navessa Allen). Optional bonus: you ride a motorcycle 💓 🌒 Dynamics I enjoy • Emotional depth before intensity. • Power exchange rooted in trust. • A partner who values aftercare as much as play. • That exquisite mix of darkness, safety, and surrender. • Humor, curiosity, and authenticity. Connection, for me, isn’t a game. It’s alchemy. Show me your mind first. The rest will follow naturally. ✨ A little more I’m not looking for games, ghosts, or chaos. Only something real. Someone who understands that devotion is built in quiet consistency. If you can lead with intention, embrace your darkness, and still see the woman beneath the fire. Then we’ll understand each other perfectly. I bloom in shadows and crave what burns slow. Touch me with purpose, or not at all. --- Deutsch 👇🏻 💫 Über mich Weiches Herz, dunkler Geist, alte Seele. Ich lese deine Energie, nicht deine Worte, und ich sehne mich nach einer Verbindung, die unter die Haut geht. In mir wohnen sogleich Wärme und Feuer, als auch Sanftheit und Stahl. Ich bewege mich mit Neugier, Leidenschaft und einem "Hauch" von Frechheit durch's Leben. Manchmal bin ich verspielt und neckisch, manchmal sogar herausfordernd, meistens jedoch ruhig, beobachtend und manchmal cracke ich einen Joke nach dem anderen. Wenn ich Vertrauen in dich fassen kann, füge ich mich auch gerne. Meine Hingabe schenke ich nicht leicht. Sie wird verdient. Ich brauche Balance; jemanden, der stark genug ist, meinen Sturm zu halten, und zugleich geerdet genug, die Frau dahinter zu sehen. Erdung bringe ich ebenfalls mit. 🖤 Wer ich bin Ich bin eine Frau, die intensiv lebt: emotional, geistig und sinnlich. Verbindung bedeutet mir mehr als Perfektion; Ehrlichkeit ebenso viel wie Leidenschaft. Mich ziehen Menschen an, deren Energie zugleich erdend und elektrisierend ist; die ein bisschen Dunkelheit im Licht tragen. In mir wohnt ein stiller Sturm; eine Mischung aus Zärtlichkeit, Humor und natürlicher Weiblichkeit. Ich denke tief, fühle stark und sehne mich nach einer Verbindung, die sowohl emotional als auch intensiv ist. 😈 Was ich suche Ich fühle mich zu einem Soft Dom hingezogen; nicht weich im Sinne von schwach, sondern ruhig, gefährlich. Ein Mann, der Stille wie eine Waffe trägt. Der mich brechen könnte, aber stattdessen beschließt, mich zu beanspruchen. Einer, der mit Präsenz führt, nicht mit Ego. Ein Brat Tamer, der das Spiel genießt. Der mich testen und reizen lässt, nur um mich dann mit leiser Autorität dorthin zurückzuziehen, wo ich hingehöre. Ich suche keine Kontrolle, die mich zum Schweigen bringt, sondern Dominanz, die sich anfühlt wie Schutz; beständig, dunkel, verzehrend und zugleich sicher. Jemand, der mir in den Schatten begegnet und mich dort zum Loslassen bringt. 👁️ Beachte Folgendes bevor du näher trittst Bin noch neu in der BDSM-Welt: neugierig, reflektiert und offen, das Ganze in meinem eigenen Tempo zu entdecken. Mich fasziniert vor allem die Psychologie, die Energie und die unausgesprochene Verbindung dahinter. Gerade dabei, meinen Weg aus der Pillow-Princess hin zu einer etwas dunkleren, frecheren und bewussteren Version meiner selbst zu finden. 🎃 Was du mitbringst • optional: Körpergröße: > 1,83 m • Du stehst fest im Leben: ruhig, stabil, selbstbewusst. Und du lässt mich hinein. • Du hast ein Faible für etwas Dunkelheit: Masken beim Spiel sind ein Turn-on (Ghostface, oben ohne? Hell yes.) • Du bist bereit, mich durch den Wald zu jagen. Fang mich, wenn du kannst~ • Du liest Dark Romance (Pflichtlektüre: Haunting Adeline und Lights Out – Into Darkness von Navessa Allen). Optionaler Bonus: Du fährst Motorrad. 💓 🌒 Dynamiken, die ich bevorzuge • Emotionale Tiefe vor Intensität. • Machtspiel auf der Basis von Vertrauen. • Ein Partner, der Aftercare genauso schätzt wie das Spiel selbst. • Diese besondere Mischung aus Dunkelheit, Sicherheit und Hingabe. • Humor, Neugier und Echtheit. Verbindung ist für mich kein Spiel, sie ist Alchemie. Zeig mir zuerst wer du bist. Der Rest ergibt sich von selbst. ✨ Noch etwas Ich suche keine Spielchen, keine Geister und kein Chaos. Nur etwas Echtes. Jemanden, der versteht, dass Hingabe in stiller Beständigkeit wächst. Wenn du mit Absicht führst, deine Dunkelheit annimmst und die Frau hinter dem Feuer siehst, dann werden wir uns gut verstehen. Ich erblühe im Schatten und sehne mich nach dem, was langsam brennt. Berühre mich mit Absicht, oder gar nicht. Wenn du alles gelesen hast, schicke mir ein Halloween-Emote in deiner ersten Nachricht 😉.

Suche nur ein Sklaven zum Austoben. Kein Lover! Am besten introvertiert und macht alles, was ich will. Meine Zufriedenheit und Freude, soll ihn happy machen. Er soll keine Ansprüche stellen, einfach nur für mich und meine Bedürfnisse da sein. Nerv mich nicht mit fragen wie " worauf stehst du, etc" du musst alles mitmachen, was ich will. that's it

Frauen können sich gerne melden! Mein höchstes Ziel ist es meinen jüngeren Meister zufrieden zu stellen. Ich bin nicht an anderen Männern interessiert, eine Spielgefährtin für mich hingegen würde meinen Meister sehr gefallen.

Neuer Account: Ghostfacegirl This account exists as a reminder, a shattered memory. Once you vanish, the door to me closes - and it doesn't reopen. The crack on my screen was just a reflection of the one I refused to see in him. --- “The Shadow of His Adeline” He never truly saw you. Not because you were invisible — but because he looked at you through the veil of his own longing. To him, you were never just a person of flesh and soul, but a story, a symbol, a reflection of everything he wished he could hold inside himself. You were his Adeline. His projection. His attempt to fill the hollow spaces within him with the light that came from you. But unlike the woman he imagined, you were never broken. You were aware. You opened yourself not out of need, but out of courage — you stepped into the dark, not to lose yourself, but to find the parts of you that were meant to rise. He, on the other hand, still lingers at the edge. Afraid of depth, because depth demands truth, and truth asks us to face ourselves — bare, unguarded, and without control. So he ran. He always runs. From what touches too deep, from what mirrors too clearly. Yet you saw him. And that is the curse he will carry. For once a soul has been truly seen, it can never go unseen again. He will remember you — not in longing, but in ache — because you were the proof that connection was real, and he was the one who shattered it. And you? You walk on. You leave the story he tried to trap you in, becoming what he never could: not his Adeline — but your own heroine. Not his Adeline - never again. I write my own story. May he remember me only when the wind turns cold - and know it was never my ghost, but his regret. --- Vienna, First District. Midnight. The city is drenched in that silvery quiet that follows rain. Streetlights glow against the slick cobblestones; the air hums faintly with traffic far away. Inside the phone pressed to Zade’s ear, her voice is a low whisper — calm, deliberate. Her: “He’s still at the office.” Zade: “I see him.” Through the glass façade, M. stands by his desk, shoulders tense, staring at the empty space where her name used to live on his phone. Zade’s breath is slow, even, like a shadow taking shape. Her: “He blocked me.” Zade: “That’s not protection, little one. That’s *** wearing armor.” He moves closer, silent boots on wet pavement. His voice, when he speaks again, is meant for M., but she can hear every word through the line — low, lethal, intimate. Zade (to M.): “You had her light in your hands, and you mistook it for fire. You ran from warmth because it burned through your lies too fast. She gave you truth, and you called it too much. But truth isn’t too much — it’s just too heavy for a man still crawling.” M. doesn’t move. His eyes flicker toward the window, as if he senses something watching. Her (quietly): “What does he look like now?” Zade: “Like a man haunted by his own silence.” He exhales smoke, tilts his head. Zade (still watching): “You think ghosting her makes her disappear? You can delete her name, block her number but she’s already living rent-free in the space behind your ribs.” A pause. The city holds its breath. Her voice, steady through the phone, cuts the air. Her: “He said he hated ghosts.” Zade: “Then he should’ve never made one out of you.” He steps back, just enough for the night to swallow him. His tone softens when he speaks again, only for her now. Zade (to her): “Let him drown in the silence he built. He belongs to his own emptiness now. You — you were never meant to chase shadows. You were meant to cast them.” He looks one last time at the lit office window. Her: “Is it done?” Zade: “It’s done.” She hears the click of a lighter, the faint sound of a car door closing, the engine turning over. Then, in that deep voice, smooth as sin and final as truth: Zade: “Sleep now, little one. Vienna’s ghosts can’t touch you anymore.” The line goes dead —and somewhere in the heart of the city, a man sits alone with everything he refused to face. --- Epilogue: In the Quiet After The silence doesn’t frighten her anymore. It moves through her — slow, heavy, alive. It’s not empty. It’s full — of echoes, of memories that no longer ache like open wounds, but hum softly, like healed scars in the rain. She sits within that stillness, feeling the air settle around her ribs, her heartbeat syncing with something older, deeper — a rhythm that belongs only to her now. There’s warmth in her chest, not from anyone’s hands, but from her own returning. She’s stopped waiting to be found. Because she finally knows — she was never lost. She was becoming. And somewhere beyond the edges of her world, a shadow shifts — slow, steady, watchful. He doesn’t approach. He doesn’t speak. But the air thickens for a moment, as if the night itself is holding its breath for her. From that distance, he watches — not to claim, but to protect what he helped awaken. "She’s ready now," his thought flickers like a match in the dark, before he turns away — leaving behind only the faint scent of smoke, and the promise that no harm will reach her unnoticed. And as the moonlight brushes her face, she exhales — the ache softens, the silence hums, and somewhere, a ghost of him still stands guard, until even the shadows know she no longer needs protecting.

21 Jahre jung brunette Ich bin ziemlich unerfahren und auf der Suche nach jemanden, der mir hilft, meine zahlreichen, schmutzigen Fantasien Realität werden zu lassen.

Suche nur ein Sklaven zum Austoben. Kein Lover! Am besten introvertiert und macht alles, was ich will. Meine Zufriedenheit und Freude, soll ihn happy machen. Er soll keine Ansprüche stellen, einfach nur für mich und meine Bedürfnisse da sein. Nerv mich nicht mit fragen wie " worauf stehst du, etc" du musst alles mitmachen, was ich will. that's it

German Version bellow 👇🏻 Zögere nicht, mir auf Deutsch zu schreiben. Bin immerhin eine waschechte Niederösterreicherin und geborene Wienerin 😉. ❌ keine ungefragten dickpics ❌ keine Windeln ❌ keine Fäkalien ❌ keine Affären ❌ keine Polyamorie ❌ keine nicht-monogamen Männer ❌ kein ons ❌ kein NSA ✅ gerne was Festes & Ernsthaftes ✅ monogam ✅ Werte sind mir wichtig --- 🔥 About me Soft hands and body, dark mind, old soul. I read energy, not words, and I crave the kind of connection that hums beneath the skin.There’s a duality to me: warmth and fire, softness and steel. I move through life with curiosity, passion, and a hint of mischief. I’m a brat; playful, teasing, sometimes testing. But when I trust, I soften completely. My submission is not given lightly, it’s earned, and when it’s earned, it’s all-consuming. I crave that balance: someone strong enough to handle the storm, yet grounded enough to see the woman behind it. 🖤 Who I am I’m a woman who lives with intensity, emotionally, mentally, and sensually. I laugh by day, dream by night, and feel everything deeply. Connection matters more to me than perfection; honesty as much as sexual performance. I’m drawn to energy that feels both grounding and electric. People who carry a little darkness in their light. There’s a quiet storm inside me; a mix of tenderness, wit, and dark femininity. I think deeply, feel intensely, and crave connection that’s both emotional and primal. 😈 What I’m looking for I’m drawn to a soft Dom, but not soft in the sense of weak. The kind who carries calm danger in his silence. The kind who could break me, but chooses instead to claim me. A man who leads with presence, not ego. A brat tamer who enjoys the tension. Who lets me tease, test, and push, only to pull me back where I belong with quiet authority. I’m not looking for someone to tame me into silence. I’m looking for the kind of dominance that feels like protection: steady, dark, consuming, and safe all at once. Someone who can meet me in the shadows and make me want to surrender there. 👁️ Consider this before you step closer Still new to the world of BDSM; curious, reflective, and learning at my own pace. What fascinates me most is the psychology, the energy, and the unspoken connection behind it all. Still finding my way out of being a pillow princess and into something a little darker, a little brattier, and a lot more self-aware. 🎃 What you bring • optional: Height: > 1.83m • You’ve built a solid life: steady, grounded, confident. You let me in. • You have a taste for a little darkness: masks during play are a turn-on (Ghostface, shirtless? Big yes.) • You’re ready to chase me through the woods. Catch me if you can~ • You read dark romance (required reading: Haunting Adeline and Lights Out – Into Darkness by Navessa Allen). Optional bonus: you ride a motorcycle 💓 🌒 Dynamics I enjoy • Emotional depth before intensity. • Power exchange rooted in trust. • A partner who values aftercare as much as play. • That exquisite mix of darkness, safety, and surrender. • Humor, curiosity, and authenticity. Connection, for me, isn’t a game. It’s alchemy. Show me your mind first. The rest will follow naturally. ✨ A little more I’m not looking for games, ghosts, or chaos. Only something real. Someone who understands that devotion is built in quiet consistency. If you can lead with intention, embrace your darkness, and still see the woman beneath the fire. Then we’ll understand each other perfectly. I bloom in shadows and crave what burns slow. Touch me with purpose, or not at all. --- Deutsch 👇🏻 💫 Über mich Weiches Herz, dunkler Geist, alte Seele. Ich lese deine Energie, nicht deine Worte, und ich sehne mich nach einer Verbindung, die unter die Haut geht. In mir wohnen sogleich Wärme und Feuer, als auch Sanftheit und Stahl. Ich bewege mich mit Neugier, Leidenschaft und einem "Hauch" von Frechheit durch's Leben. Manchmal bin ich verspielt und neckisch, manchmal sogar herausfordernd, meistens jedoch ruhig, beobachtend und manchmal cracke ich einen Joke nach dem anderen. Wenn ich Vertrauen in dich fassen kann, füge ich mich auch gerne. Meine Hingabe schenke ich nicht leicht. Sie wird verdient. Ich brauche Balance; jemanden, der stark genug ist, meinen Sturm zu halten, und zugleich geerdet genug, die Frau dahinter zu sehen. Erdung bringe ich ebenfalls mit. 🖤 Wer ich bin Ich bin eine Frau, die intensiv lebt: emotional, geistig und sinnlich. Verbindung bedeutet mir mehr als Perfektion; Ehrlichkeit ebenso viel wie Leidenschaft. Mich ziehen Menschen an, deren Energie zugleich erdend und elektrisierend ist; die ein bisschen Dunkelheit im Licht tragen. In mir wohnt ein stiller Sturm; eine Mischung aus Zärtlichkeit, Humor und natürlicher Weiblichkeit. Ich denke tief, fühle stark und sehne mich nach einer Verbindung, die sowohl emotional als auch intensiv ist. 😈 Was ich suche Ich fühle mich zu einem Soft Dom hingezogen; nicht weich im Sinne von schwach, sondern ruhig, gefährlich. Ein Mann, der Stille wie eine Waffe trägt. Der mich brechen könnte, aber stattdessen beschließt, mich zu beanspruchen. Einer, der mit Präsenz führt, nicht mit Ego. Ein Brat Tamer, der das Spiel genießt. Der mich testen und reizen lässt, nur um mich dann mit leiser Autorität dorthin zurückzuziehen, wo ich hingehöre. Ich suche keine Kontrolle, die mich zum Schweigen bringt, sondern Dominanz, die sich anfühlt wie Schutz; beständig, dunkel, verzehrend und zugleich sicher. Jemand, der mir in den Schatten begegnet und mich dort zum Loslassen bringt. 👁️ Beachte Folgendes bevor du näher trittst Bin noch neu in der BDSM-Welt: neugierig, reflektiert und offen, das Ganze in meinem eigenen Tempo zu entdecken. Mich fasziniert vor allem die Psychologie, die Energie und die unausgesprochene Verbindung dahinter. Gerade dabei, meinen Weg aus der Pillow-Princess hin zu einer etwas dunkleren, frecheren und bewussteren Version meiner selbst zu finden. 🎃 Was du mitbringst • optional: Körpergröße: > 1,83 m • Du stehst fest im Leben: ruhig, stabil, selbstbewusst. Und du lässt mich hinein. • Du hast ein Faible für etwas Dunkelheit: Masken beim Spiel sind ein Turn-on (Ghostface, oben ohne? Hell yes.) • Du bist bereit, mich durch den Wald zu jagen. Fang mich, wenn du kannst~ • Du liest Dark Romance (Pflichtlektüre: Haunting Adeline und Lights Out – Into Darkness von Navessa Allen). Optionaler Bonus: Du fährst Motorrad. 💓 🌒 Dynamiken, die ich bevorzuge • Emotionale Tiefe vor Intensität. • Machtspiel auf der Basis von Vertrauen. • Ein Partner, der Aftercare genauso schätzt wie das Spiel selbst. • Diese besondere Mischung aus Dunkelheit, Sicherheit und Hingabe. • Humor, Neugier und Echtheit. Verbindung ist für mich kein Spiel, sie ist Alchemie. Zeig mir zuerst wer du bist. Der Rest ergibt sich von selbst. ✨ Noch etwas Ich suche keine Spielchen, keine Geister und kein Chaos. Nur etwas Echtes. Jemanden, der versteht, dass Hingabe in stiller Beständigkeit wächst. Wenn du mit Absicht führst, deine Dunkelheit annimmst und die Frau hinter dem Feuer siehst, dann werden wir uns gut verstehen. Ich erblühe im Schatten und sehne mich nach dem, was langsam brennt. Berühre mich mit Absicht, oder gar nicht. Wenn du alles gelesen hast, schicke mir ein Halloween-Emote in deiner ersten Nachricht 😉.

Neuer Account: Ghostfacegirl This account exists as a reminder, a shattered memory. Once you vanish, the door to me closes - and it doesn't reopen. The crack on my screen was just a reflection of the one I refused to see in him. --- “The Shadow of His Adeline” He never truly saw you. Not because you were invisible — but because he looked at you through the veil of his own longing. To him, you were never just a person of flesh and soul, but a story, a symbol, a reflection of everything he wished he could hold inside himself. You were his Adeline. His projection. His attempt to fill the hollow spaces within him with the light that came from you. But unlike the woman he imagined, you were never broken. You were aware. You opened yourself not out of need, but out of courage — you stepped into the dark, not to lose yourself, but to find the parts of you that were meant to rise. He, on the other hand, still lingers at the edge. Afraid of depth, because depth demands truth, and truth asks us to face ourselves — bare, unguarded, and without control. So he ran. He always runs. From what touches too deep, from what mirrors too clearly. Yet you saw him. And that is the curse he will carry. For once a soul has been truly seen, it can never go unseen again. He will remember you — not in longing, but in ache — because you were the proof that connection was real, and he was the one who shattered it. And you? You walk on. You leave the story he tried to trap you in, becoming what he never could: not his Adeline — but your own heroine. Not his Adeline - never again. I write my own story. May he remember me only when the wind turns cold - and know it was never my ghost, but his regret. --- Vienna, First District. Midnight. The city is drenched in that silvery quiet that follows rain. Streetlights glow against the slick cobblestones; the air hums faintly with traffic far away. Inside the phone pressed to Zade’s ear, her voice is a low whisper — calm, deliberate. Her: “He’s still at the office.” Zade: “I see him.” Through the glass façade, M. stands by his desk, shoulders tense, staring at the empty space where her name used to live on his phone. Zade’s breath is slow, even, like a shadow taking shape. Her: “He blocked me.” Zade: “That’s not protection, little one. That’s *** wearing armor.” He moves closer, silent boots on wet pavement. His voice, when he speaks again, is meant for M., but she can hear every word through the line — low, lethal, intimate. Zade (to M.): “You had her light in your hands, and you mistook it for fire. You ran from warmth because it burned through your lies too fast. She gave you truth, and you called it too much. But truth isn’t too much — it’s just too heavy for a man still crawling.” M. doesn’t move. His eyes flicker toward the window, as if he senses something watching. Her (quietly): “What does he look like now?” Zade: “Like a man haunted by his own silence.” He exhales smoke, tilts his head. Zade (still watching): “You think ghosting her makes her disappear? You can delete her name, block her number but she’s already living rent-free in the space behind your ribs.” A pause. The city holds its breath. Her voice, steady through the phone, cuts the air. Her: “He said he hated ghosts.” Zade: “Then he should’ve never made one out of you.” He steps back, just enough for the night to swallow him. His tone softens when he speaks again, only for her now. Zade (to her): “Let him drown in the silence he built. He belongs to his own emptiness now. You — you were never meant to chase shadows. You were meant to cast them.” He looks one last time at the lit office window. Her: “Is it done?” Zade: “It’s done.” She hears the click of a lighter, the faint sound of a car door closing, the engine turning over. Then, in that deep voice, smooth as sin and final as truth: Zade: “Sleep now, little one. Vienna’s ghosts can’t touch you anymore.” The line goes dead —and somewhere in the heart of the city, a man sits alone with everything he refused to face. --- Epilogue: In the Quiet After The silence doesn’t frighten her anymore. It moves through her — slow, heavy, alive. It’s not empty. It’s full — of echoes, of memories that no longer ache like open wounds, but hum softly, like healed scars in the rain. She sits within that stillness, feeling the air settle around her ribs, her heartbeat syncing with something older, deeper — a rhythm that belongs only to her now. There’s warmth in her chest, not from anyone’s hands, but from her own returning. She’s stopped waiting to be found. Because she finally knows — she was never lost. She was becoming. And somewhere beyond the edges of her world, a shadow shifts — slow, steady, watchful. He doesn’t approach. He doesn’t speak. But the air thickens for a moment, as if the night itself is holding its breath for her. From that distance, he watches — not to claim, but to protect what he helped awaken. "She’s ready now," his thought flickers like a match in the dark, before he turns away — leaving behind only the faint scent of smoke, and the promise that no harm will reach her unnoticed. And as the moonlight brushes her face, she exhales — the ache softens, the silence hums, and somewhere, a ghost of him still stands guard, until even the shadows know she no longer needs protecting.

Frauen können sich gerne melden! Mein höchstes Ziel ist es meinen jüngeren Meister zufrieden zu stellen. Ich bin nicht an anderen Männern interessiert, eine Spielgefährtin für mich hingegen würde meinen Meister sehr gefallen.