My description is : My name is Jinny, I’m 18, and I live in France — a country where romance lingers in the air and every evening tastes like wine and secrets. I love strolling slowly through narrow streets, feeling eyes follow me, and guessing what thoughts hide behind them. My city is my stage, and I play the leading role: sometimes innocent, sometimes dangerously tempting. I enjoy feeling the weight of someone’s attention, hearing curiosity slip into their voice, and leaving a faint trail of intrigue behind.
I like: I like when a gaze lingers just a little longer than it should, saying things words never could. I love light touches that send shivers down my skin, and conversations where every hint feels like a game. I enjoy laughter that’s warm and real, and the way someone listens as if the whole world has faded away.
I dislike: I dislike the chill in a voice or a glance, when a wall suddenly grows between us. I don’t like when everything is rushed and no one savors the moment. I’m turned off by roughness without feeling and words without meaning. I don’t like when there’s no spark in the conversation and emptiness in the eyes. I dislike when silence turns heavy instead of cozy.
