it was as if she were worshipping me. every sound she made, every breath she took, every word that fell from her lips felt like a prayer dedicated solely to me.
in her presence, i experienced a connection that transcended the ordinary. it was as though the world itself had bent to fulfill my desires, granting me a glimpse of a reality where i was the center of her universe.
the way she looked at me, the way she touched me, everything about her testified to my own allure. she offered her heart to me on a silver platter, and i accepted it greedily. she gives me everything i need.
this feeling of being revered by her was addictive. to experience such adoration and then return to the emptiness of my own world is a cruel irony. it's a reminder of what i've lost and what i'm forever chasing. i crave that devotion, that surrender, and every time i return, i'm haunted by the memory of her reverence. the emptiness without her only deepens my resolve to reclaim it, to make her worship me once more.
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