Renesmy

Tired of simple stories? Looking for one where the two of you write the plot, and each chapter is a languid sigh, a multilayered hint, and a promise hidden in a half-smile? Welcome to my world.

Here I am the storyteller, and my body is just the most intriguing fragment of the narrative. I believe in the power of pause, in the magic of what remains behind the scenes. Silk sliding off a shoulder, the reflection of a fire in a glass, a slowly braided strand of hair—these are not just gestures. They are the alphabet with which we will write your personal myth.