SamantaHalls 100%

She doesn't walk — she struts. It's not a pose; it's instinct. She has that way of existing in the world that disarms without trying: she steps into a room and the atmosphere shifts, like the air itself tightens, waiting to see what she’ll say or do. Wherever she sets her foot, the temperature rises. It's no exaggeration — it's something in the way she moves, in that precise blend of confidence and danger. She likes adrenaline. She does not tolerate falsehood. She instantly detects the faker, the one hiding behind an attitude. She can not stand empty routine, predictability without spark.