ALINA

👮‍♀️🍓Dossier No.7: Heart in Search
Since I was a little girl, I knew my true calling — to serve, protect… and wear the uniform. (Sexy? Well, maybe just a little 😉)
Yes, I used to be an undercover operative — a woman who could untangle the toughest cases, read a lie from a single glance, and keep silent when needed. But behind that sharp uniform, beneath all the seriousness, there hides someone else….
A wild forest strawberry 🍓 Small. Serious-looking. But lift the leaf — and you’ll feel the scent: warm, tender, a little wild… and unmistakably real.

Why did I leave such a position? Because betrayal doesn’t always come from enemies. Sometimes, it comes from the closest ones.
And yes, I walked away. Not because I broke — but because I knew: sometimes you need to take one step back, to fly even further.

Now I live just outside the city — in a private house, with a blooming garden, wagging tails, soft paws and playful meows 🐾
I still serve in the police, now as a district officer in my region — calmly keeping order where I live. I have a daughter — my sunshine. We also have two loyal sidekicks — a Labrador and a cat — our furry little gang. But you know what’s missing? ✨ The boss of our gang. The man of my heart.
Maybe… you?

I’m looking for someone who makes me want to be soft, loving, cherished.
A man with whom we could build a home not just with walls, but with dreams.
Maybe we’ll sell mine, save together, and find our perfect house — with a hammock, a garden, a fire pit for summer nights…
A place filled with laughter. Or quiet moments like: “I’m home…”

P.S. The file is now open.
Mission: Love is in progress.
And I have a strong feeling...
You're just the man I’ve been searching for. 😌

🍓I need someone real. With the scent of skin after a long day, the marks of life on his hands, scars on the soul, and fire in his eyes.
I’m looking for a man who's not afraid to be a man. One who knows how to keep his word — and my waistline. Yes, especially the waistline 😏

Someone who pours coffee in the morning and drinks me with his eyes at night.
Someone who kisses my forehead as often as my lips. Who doesn’t get lost next to a strong woman — and doesn’t flinch when she becomes soft, bare, and real.

I don’t need a rich man. I need a generous one — with warmth, kisses, and shared silliness. Someone who’s not afraid of fire — and knows what to do when things get hot.

I need a co-author, not a spectator.
A teammate in life, in the garden, in morning cuddles and spontaneous “let’s turn off our phones” nights. I want to build a home together, laugh in the kitchen, search for peppers in the garden (or in your pants), kiss against the wall… and never let the passion fade, year after year.

And yes — I want sex. Warmth. Often. Different. Real. But only with the man who's mine.

If you feel like “this is about me”…
Don’t wait. File is open. Strawberry awaits your command to approach. 😌🍓