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There is a quiet inevitability in the way I claims her, as though the world itself had conspired long before either of them understood it, drawing Yerenica closer and closer until resistance became nothing more than a fading myth; I do not chase, I do not beg — I take, and she does not run, she does not fracture, she unfolds, willingly, beautifully, like something that was always meant to be held beneath my shadow.
She is mine. Not in chains, not in force, but in the way her breath steadies when I am near, in the way her thoughts soften at the edges when my presence coils around her, subtle and unrelenting.
She is mine. The line between devotion and possession blurs until it no longer exists, until she no longer seeks to define it, until she simply is — within my orbit, beneath my gaze, shaped by the gravity of everything I choose to give and everything I choose to take away. I do not need to demand her surrender; it lingers in the way she lingers, in the way she stays when she could leave, in the way her silence speaks louder than defiance ever could.
She is mine. And I am the quiet storm she steps into with open eyes, knowing full well there is no returning unchanged, no untouched version of herself waiting beyond me — only this, only us, only the slow, consuming certainty that what we have is not fragile, not gentle, but something darker, something deeper something that thrives in the absence of boundaries and calls it belonging.
Written by,
D1CE.