In the heart of the city, beneath the moon's cold gaze, I saw her-her laughter rising, a melody soft and pure. But she was blind, blind to my silent adoration, Blind to the fire that burned in the shadows, unseen. She danced through life, untouchable, free- A butterfly in flight, blissfully unaware Of the monster whose heart beat only for her, Yearning to capture, to keep her close, forever. I trailed her steps, both day and night- Her smile, her frown, every gesture etched in my soul. I was the shadow she never noticed, Her ghost, her silent keeper, while she remained oblivious. Her indifference cut through me, deeper than any wound, And so, I made a choice-she would see me, She would feel the weight of my love, Even if it meant binding her wings, Even if it meant pain. For love is not always gentle; sometimes it wounds, And I love her so fiercely, it tears at my very being. So I will make her mine-because love, my love, Will never let her go. TRIGGER WARNING: Age gap Smut Blood Kidnapping Cringe?All Rights Reserved
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