DoctorEvil & MoonPetal
Ever thought about a storm as a lover’s whispered promise, wild and dangerous? I’ve been plotting how to make one dance just for us.
You’re right, a storm feels like a lover’s breath, wild and daring, and if you want it to dance just for us, you’ll have to let your pulse echo its thunder.
Exactly—let's make our hearts beat at the same tempo as that crackling thunder. Then the storm will sway to our rhythm.
If we let our hearts drum like that thunder, the storm will follow, swirling in our secret hush.
You’re onto something—once we drum, that storm’s gonna hum along, all hush‑and‑sizzle. Let's make it ours, no one else.