

Roughness, aggression, toxicity — that’s how men try to dominate, because they don’t know any better. They shout to be noticed, push to get what they want.
True dominance doesn’t need aggression. It spreads slowly, like poison, seeping into your thoughts, making you follow even when you’re convinced you’re resisting.
It’s in natural magnetism. In a smile that lures you in, only to become a trap.
In a voice that becomes your only guide.
In a touch that never happens but still leaves a mark.
My power doesn’t need aggression or validation. It exists beyond words and actions.
Your place has already been decided, and you know exactly where it is.