π―οΈ ππ·β΄ππ π―οΈ
They call it cold β
i call it calculated.
i donβt follow noise,
i move in silence.
π₯ Built from shadows,
draped in black silk,
i speak softly and carry storms.
This isnβt about fame β
itβs about presence.
the kind you feel before you see.
ποΈ Loyal to few, feared by many.
i donβt chase. i choose.
and if youβre here,
you werenβt just scrolling β you were meant to find me.
β§ Welcome to the quiet empireπββ¬
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