@ixynov: You see the veins pulsing under my skin, don’t you? Every beat, every movement, a reminder that I’m alive—and that I’m coming for you. The balaclava hides my face, but not my intentions. You can feel it, can’t you? The hunger in my gaze, the way I’m sizing you up like prey. There’s no escape from this. You can try to run, but you’ll always end up right where you belong—under me, trembling, mine to use as I see fit. Every part of you, every little secret you try to hide, will be exposed when I claim you. Follow me on Instagram and face what you’ve been craving all along. Let me take you into the dark, where every vein pulses for you, and every breath you take belongs to me… @ixynov.