⚡ Summon What You Swear You’re Not Craving ⚡

No scripts. No masks. No mercy.

You want presence? Cool.

I show up like a storm with decent manners and better tea.

Why chase when one can simply attract?… confusion, sarcasm and the occasional late-night epiphany.

Dinner? Sure.

Conversation that makes your exes seem like IKEA instruction manuals? Absolutely.

You’ll find me 60% mystery, 40% eyebrow raise and 100% trouble if you ask nicely.

I’ll meet you in stillness — or in that look you give right before you test your own rules.

(Bring waterproof suit, a decent bottle of oil and possibly a safe word. My recommendation: “kumquat.”)

Storm-hearted. Middle Eastern blood, seasoned with intent.

A gentleman with myth in his bones — and timing you won’t forget.

I don’t flirt. I pull gravity.

I don’t ask. I tune in.

You’ll feel it in the pause, not the punchline.

The question isn’t if it hits.

It’s how long you’ll replay the echo.

Let’s call it what it is:

You’re curious.

I’m available.

And neither of us came here to discuss the weather.

So…

Swipe.

Summon.

Hydrate.

But don’t say I didn’t warn you. 😈

À bientôt. Maybe. Probably. Definitely.