I enjoy the times I could catch her like this. Cheeks flushed and unsure of herself. It’s only me who can make her this anxious. I want the world to see her as the strong woman she is. As a fucking force to be dealt with. It makes me hard watching the way people cower around her. Even if she doesn’t see it for herself, I do. Regardless of the power she thinks she lost, people still fear her, and I fucking love that about her. I love that I’m the only one who can break her. The only one that’s able to crawl beneath her skin and bury myself inside of it.
