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February 16, 2025
I’d always been prone to obsession. It was a predisposition that was often rewarded in games of power and domination.
As soon as my threads of control began to unravel irreversibly, I left without a trace. She didn’t leave me, though.
But I soon discovered that thoughts of my angel multiplied at a frightening rate the longer I stayed away.
She said pain gets stored in the body on the cellular level, reminding us of all the bad shit that has happened to us during the same time of year it occurred.
I was unraveling. Possessed. Consumed.
She walked a few steps behind me, following me like a hesitant baby duck. It was irritatingly adorable.
She hated how much she wanted me. She hated what I did to her mind even more than what I did to her body. Because I was challenging all of her faulty beliefs.
“I’m going to hold you, and you’re going to fall asleep.” She furrowed her brows, as if the words were spoken in a different language. “Why?” “Because in my arms is the safest place you will ever be.”
The truth was often just as painful as it was useful. Liberation was only possible after total destruction of everything we once thought we knew.
People are messengers, even when the lessons they teach us are brutal and unforgiving.”
For my clan, I was impenetrable, violent—all sharp edges, brutality, and razored, competent logic. For her, only for her, I was anything she needed me to be.
Then, he fucking spit.
In our kiss, I tasted it—the buzz of fate, the love written in the stars that I’d once believed could only be found between the pages of a book.
“Open.” I opened my mouth, and Kylo spit inside. He glared down at me until I swallowed. “Thank you, Kylo.”
I was a fly in a carnivorous plant’s trap, content to be consumed so long as this delicious, addictive pleasure coursed through my blood.