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Even in chains, he seems vibrant, wild and free, a force of nature—it makes me feel like I’m the one in prison. Safe. Small. Carefully locked down.
Yeah, the distance between prim and primitive is not so very motherfucking far.
Prim in a way that gets me all kinds of hot.
He feels endless and frightening, full of secrets and strange magnetism. Like a black hole where, if I go near the edge, I might fall in and never find my way out.
The line running between us pulls tight. I’m in charge, but he has all the power. I shouldn’t allow that. I shouldn’t like that.
They say there are two types of fear—the kind that has you running far, far away, and the kind that shakes you so deeply that you can’t look away.
Pain is a funny thing. We fight so hard to avoid it, almost more than death.
She’s mine to do what I want with, but that also means she’s mine to care for, to protect.
She’s etched in my mind, her fragile body, her prim features. And underneath, a core of fire.
“I’ll always come for you. You’re mine.”
Some people have a relationship that’s sunshine and roses. Ours is darkness and vengeance.
