I've been watching you, my pet—through the quiet glass of days, through the slow eclipse of your eyes. He moves like undertow through your rooms, pulling you deep while you gave yourself wholey. Lost in love, you laid your breath in his hands, and he only learned how to drown you.
I watched your confidence falter, then nearly vanish. The woman who once swam so freely has become someone treading water, terrified of her own depths. I’ve seen it all from the shadows where I wait.
But I still remember your wildness—the way your body used to arch and open. From across crowded rooms, through stolen glances and the careful distance I force myself to keep, I remember everything. Too much.
Come to me. Slip away while he sleeps, the ring still warm on your finger, and let me be your lifeline. Let me pin you down and breathe raw life back into your lungs until you break the surface gasping, shaking, soaking wet. I’ll worship every inch of you with my mouth and hands—slow at first, then merciless—until that neglected core throbs and drips again. I’ll make your release so hard your legs give out and you forget his name entirely, lost in the kind of pleasure he never deserved to witness.
One night is all I ask—to satisfy this desperate, dangerous hunger that has grown sharp while I watched him ruin you. I’ll pull you back from the misery he’s been dragging you into, whether you’re ready or not. You don’t have to leave him. You don’t even have to know my face afterward. Just come to me once. Find my eyes in the dark, let me use your body the way it was meant to be used, and I’ll remind you what it feels like to be truly alive—under my hands.
I am here, patient as moonlight, hungry as the tide. I will wait in the shallows until you’re ready to leave that dying sea and surrender fully.