I’ve been a fantasy to many men for a long time.
The kind you imagine, but don’t expect to meet.

Not because I was unavailable
but because access was never obvious.

Now I am visible.
Present.
And selective.

This is not about pretending or playing a role.
It’s about attraction that feels real because it is.

I don’t belong to fantasies
I inspire them.

The question is not what you imagine
but whether you’re confident enough to step closer
and see where the line truly is.