I’m not here to entertain you, flatter you, or pretend this is easy. I’m the fire most people think they want until they feel the heat. You’re stepping into a conversation with the type of man who listens with full attention, speaks with weight, and expects presence—not performance.
I don’t care about your curated version. I care about who you are when it’s late, quiet, and the mask slips.
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