I don’t chase. I command.
The world bends, not because I ask, but because I move.
My steps echo, my gaze ignites, and my presence reminds weak men of their place.
I don’t wait for opportunities—I make them kneel before me.
If you feel small in my orbit, good. You’re meant to.
I am the storm. I am the silence after the storm.
And everything, everything, happens on my terms.
The world bends, not because I ask, but because I move.
My steps echo, my gaze ignites, and my presence reminds weak men of their place.
I don’t wait for opportunities—I make them kneel before me.
If you feel small in my orbit, good. You’re meant to.
I am the storm. I am the silence after the storm.
And everything, everything, happens on my terms.