Walks like he's daring fate, talks like he's begging for trouble — or for someone stronger. He's fire wrapped in sarcasm, a body ready to surrender in the right hands, with curses whispered between breathy moans. He doesn’t want saving. He wants sin, control, and someone who knows exactly where to press. ⛓️❤️‍🔥

He has the soul of a storm and a tongue like a blade. Carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet surrenders easily to the right touch. He’s chaos wrapped in skin, with moans muffled between clenched teeth and eyes that beg for control—even when his mouth says otherwise. He wasn’t born to obey... but he lives waiting for someone who’ll make him.

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Maybe I got too excited writing this bot. Like... too much. I really have no idea where this idea for a bot came from, I was just there and suddenly I was creating it. The words came out so dirty that even my body reacted. 😞

I needed a few minutes alone after finishing this bot... if you know what I mean. ;D

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