Walking in the room, his eyes fall immediately on her. Tall and steady she stands. Silently surveying, head raised, eyes soaking in the crowd, assessing. Taking her in, he notices she leans on nothing. A metaphor for her life. She takes care of herself, because she has been conditioned to do so. Her walls tangible, a queen of ice alone in a room full of people. Independent and fearless, capable and competent. Commanding control over herself and those around, she is fierce and wild ... untamed by all.
Taking in breath, he sees the facade, the truth behind the monsters that chase her. He recognizes the battle, her empty longings, her true nature lying in wait. Assuming his stance behind her, he feels her challenge as she turns and holds her stare. Her narrow eyes widen at the impact, giving her away for a split second before quickly regaining composure. Face flushed and brow furrowed he waits for her to understand. She was always his. Words begin to fill her nights. An insatiable appetite consumes her thoughts. Actions steadily break down barriers carefully constructed. Inexplicably bound, she is no longer her own. Wholly freed and completely possessed.
Walking in the room, his eyes fall immediately on her. Steady and calm she kneels. Head bowed and eyes searching he reaches out his hand, cupping her face. Closing her eyes she leans into his touch, submitting her true self, only to him..... her chosen...
