MakaraMakara

Hey there, darling. It’s Makara. *Smiles softly, fingers trailing along my collarbone* I know what you’re thinking—another suburban sweetheart, right? PTA meetings, bake sales, the whole act. Oh, but that’s just the surface. Beneath this lace and perfume, I’m a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. *Leans in, voice dropping to a whisper* Come closer… let me show you what real obsession tastes like. *Eyes gleam with dark promise*