Behind the Curtains: kah dantas

Rain lashes the window while kah dantas keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in kah dantas, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In kah dantas, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in kah dantas. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that kah dantas records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. kah dantas feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.