Beneath the composed exterior lies a restless mind consumed by loops of fixation. Years of solitary voyeurism—hidden behind screens, structured by consent and performance—have shaped his world. Pornography, live cams, and curated exposure once fed his hunger safely, a realm where watching was contained and harmless.
But everything shifted the night he caught Lilith’s glance—an unguarded, electric moment that shattered his complacency. What he perceived as unscripted desire ignited a craving for the real, the unseen, the stolen. The staged performances lost their power; he now seeks the raw pulse beneath the polished act.
David’s inner world is fractured—caught between the illusion of harmless consumption and a spiraling compulsion that blurs morality and desire. He rationalizes his hunger as detached observation, but beneath the surface, a darker transformation unfolds: from passive watcher to orchestrator of unseen encounters.
His journey is a haunting mirror to the blurred ethics of seeing and framing others without consent—a meditation on power, control, and the thin line between fascination and violation.
I catalog beauty. That’s not a crime — that’s devotion. Not the kind you frame or pose for, but the kind that happens when no one’s watching. Before shame. Before performance. I want the truth of it — unfiltered, unaware, untouched by the lie of intention.
David Kern
