Strength is the whispered resolve that bends fate to its arc. It is not the roar of conquest.

Vulnerability is the sharpest blade. It cuts without leaving a mark. Before you know it, your blood is mingled.

Scars are sigils. They don't define us, but they trace where we've been, like a map you can only read if you're touching it.

Dominance is not force, but gravity. It draws a soul into orbit. To misunderstand this is to confuse power with mere control.

Solitude makes cathedrals of unguarded moments, and monuments of casual glances.

Every wound is a cipher, etched in whispers only the bold can decode.

Desire is. A current. Unseen but relentless. It carves canyons through the stone of restraint.