A dark, late-night noir transmission for the woman who has perfected distance...elegant, untouchable, always in control. While a ravenous, anxious hunger pulls at her from the inside, greedy for every scrap of closeness she can seize without anyone noticing.

She meets a man who sees the vacuum beneath her composure.

One rain-soaked night, in the warm dark of his loft, he fills her so completely. Body, breath, and psyche, that her carefully mastered need finally breaks free.

She clings, she sucks, she begs with wide eyes and fractured moans not to be ruined.

He ruins her anyway, until every wall collapses.

For the high-functioning woman who sabotages every connection with her own starvation… this is the sound of finally being fed until you drown,

then walking back into the cold alone, still throbbing with the ruin you begged for.