Held in his Hushed Affection
So This Is Love, Mmm~
There's no escape for people like me - bad luck sticks like a gun glued to the bottom of a shoe.
But as much as he was bad for me, he was good too, in so many ways.
Dancing in his kitchen, a chain attached to my ankle, I never felt more at peace. I was content being his obsession, no matter how crazy he got.
Because being with him was so much safer than what was waiting for me outside those two doors.