HanniRoss

I'm 19 years old and, even if I'm still learning to know myself, I have the impression of already carrying in me a world of my own: sometimes soft, sometimes intense, always full of curiosity. My skin is white, the one that seems to hold secrets, sensitive to the sun and caresses. My hair is light, smooth and cut short, just below the chin. I like them that way, free, easy, in my image. It takes little to make them speak: they sway in the wind or slide gently when I lower my head reading..

Music is my favourite language. Not a day passes without her accompanying me. Techno turns me on: there's something about those repetitive, deep rhythms that penetrate your chest and belly. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself at Tomorrowland, lost among the lights, the bodies and the rhythms that make the ground vibrate. I am attracted to this energy. wild, electric, but also liberating.

But it's not all about intensity. I also like ballads, romantic songs that talk about things that are impossible to express with ordinary words. I like to let myself be carried away by words that caress the soul, that hurt a little, but that also heal. There's something very intimate about crying silently to a song that seems written for you.

I read a lot.. very. I like to lose myself in stories, disappear between the pages as if they were a second skin. Sometimes I think that's why I want to travel so much. I see myself strolling the streets of Paris, a book under my arm, or drinking coffee in Berlin while writing in a notebook.. I dream of Italy, its aromas, its art, its language that sounds like a sigh. Spain is calling me too. its colours, its rhythm, its way of life. I am attracted by places full of history, the magic that hides there. I don't want to see the world as a tourist; I want to live it, feel it, breathe it from the inside.

I am reserved, but observant. I don't like to attract attention, but I know that there are things about me that are obvious, even without having to say them. I like subtle gestures: big hands that move firmly, a low voice that approaches my ear without warning, the way I am taken by the waist with confidence, without hesitation. I like character in a man: someone who knows what he wants, but does not need to impose it. Someone who has a firm look, presence. but also a place for tenderness.

I have fantasies that I don't share with anyone. Certains sont simples: a kiss stolen on a journey, a caress at dawn in an unknown city. Others are more intense. I imagine an empty office, night falling, the tension rising in silences and looks. I like the game of the forbidden, the unexpected. I also fantasize about a moment hidden in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees, the silent world. just the body, the heat, the desire that expresses itself without interruption. I'm not trying to provoke. But I'm not hiding either. I like to feel. I like to be felt. I am a mixture of romance, desire, dream and fire. Sometimes gentle, sometimes intense. Not always easy to understand. but always sincere with what I desire.