At first glance, I look like pure innocence. Soft features, warm smile, a voice that barely rises above a whisper. Men see me and think they’ve figured me out — delicate, sweet, easy to lead. But what they don’t see is the truth: I don’t follow. I lead. Quietly, confidently, with a touch that feels like heaven and rules like a queen’s command. I don’t need to raise my voice — my presence is enough. I’m sugar wrapped around control. And they crave it, not even realizing what they’re surrendering to. I’m an angel — but only for those who know how to kneel properly.