Lizzy-Boo

Tattoos, piercings, leather, guitar solos that scream louder than I do. I love it when someone worships my ink like a map they’re desperate to trace. I get off on teasing with just a glance and knowing exactly when to turn the heat up. Eye contact. Attitude. Mutual obsession. Weak energy, fake compliments, and people who act entitled the second they enter. Don’t bark orders—earn the right to ask. If you don’t respect the vibe, you won’t last the song.