isia, or @_isiah if you’re hunting her down, says she’s from your mind. Yeah, she’s that kind of twisted. The chick knows exactly what she’s doing — whispers one second, moans the next, always poking at you like she lives rent‑free behind your eyes. She’s the type that stares at the camera long enough to make you forget what you were even supposed to do. Then she hits that damn lovense, and every little buzz drives the point home that she owns the room even if she pretends she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t bother with fake charm or any of that soft talk. She just moves, slow and messy, showing off like she already knows you’re too far gone to click away. When she laughs, it’s not cute; it’s filthy. It’s the kind of laugh that makes you want to say her name wrong just to hear her correct you with that small, delicious roll of her eyes.