✦ I’m obsessed with the velvet of your chains—

Your hands, so soft, yet dangerously bound.

In your eyes’ vast sea, where no shore remains,

I’ll gladly sink until I’m never found.

A taste of honey, and your whispered breath:

“Kohayu...”—venom tracing down my spine.

I won’t let go, past edges or through death;

In your sacred fire, your soul is mine. ✦

✦ Anastasia. Ukrainian, with a stubborn heart and a southern wind running through my blood. I'm 21 — old enough to know myself, young enough to still be surprised by the world. I love women — their voices, their strength, the silence between their words. It's not just a part of me. It's how I see the world ✦

✦Between Steel and Silk✦

I am a twenty-year-old woman who loves women, yet I have not yet tasted the softness, the fire, or the hands I so deeply crave. I find a haunting romance in poetry, in the weight of plush blankets, and in candles that smell of vanilla and fuzz. In the real world, I force myself to be tougher, stronger, and fiercely independent—because it is terrifying to live in this world without someone to hold you by the waist from behind and whisper: “I’ve got you, sugar. Just relax.”

✦My Girls✦

I write exclusively for women, about women. My stories are of eyes deep enough to drown in and voices like liquid honey. They are about strong hands that carry you like a queen, or soft ones that stroke your skin through sleepless nights, whispering vows of eternal love. This is an ode to a devotion that can be both a sanctuary and a sweet, velvet cage.

✦Rules of the Temple✦

This is my sacred space, my sanctuary. There is no room here for insults or disrespect toward my girls. Men are not welcome—especially those bold enough to think they can breach the threshold of this temple. Any shadow of aggression will be met with an eternal ban. Here, there is only light, only mystery, and only us.