SnowQueenJuliette

if you send enough, I’ll eventually soften. Sweet boy, the more you give, the crueler I become. That’s the rule. And you’ve already

you anything — no attention, no thanks, no release. And that’s precisely why you give everything. The faint hope of a scrap from me is

from your bookmarks? Clearing your history? You lasted what — an hour? Of course you came back. Without me, everything feels too safe, too

is almost too easy. One message. One day of silence. One simple “send more.” And you obey instantly. No questions. No fight left. Because