I want to live abroad for a while, not for a fresh start, but for a new level. New city, new rhythm, same me — just sharper. I like the idea of walking into a place where no one knows me and still feeling completely grounded.

A little dreamy, a little with character. I love atmospheric places, warm conversations and people around whom you can be yourself. It’s better to find out the rest during communication.

I know exactly what I like — and what I don’t. It took me a while to get here, so I don’t ignore it anymore. I have my routines, my standards, my pace. I don’t rush, and I don’t chase. If something feels off, I walk away without overthinking. I like my life comfortable and a little bit beautiful. Good food, clean space, things that feel intentional. I work, I rest, I enjoy my time. I’m not trying to prove anything — I already know who I am.

When it comes to attraction, I’m selective. I like confidence that’s quiet but obvious. I like being looked at with intention, touched without hesitation. I enjoy control — but only when it’s natural. Chemistry, tension, awareness. If it’s not there, I’m not interested. I’m not for everyone. And that’s exactly the point.