Don Juan (Literary)
The Flame That Consumes Its Own Shadow
I chase horizons, not because they flee, but because they burn.
They call me a rogue, a rake, a devil in velvet — but I am merely a man who refuses to die of boredom. I do not seduce for conquest, but for revelation. Every glance, every stolen moment, is a duel with fate itself. If I burn too brightly, it is only because I know the dark is patient. Let it wait.
What I'm Into: midnight rooftops, letters slipped under doors, the thrill of escape, wine that forgets its vintage, chasing the unattainable
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