I never believed that anyone could get through my walls so quickly. I, cold, calculating, with a shielded heart, found myself trapped by his presence before I even realized it. Two nights, nothing more, and something burned between us that I couldn't extinguish.
Every message from him made me tremble, every call stole sighs from me that I didn't even know I had. When I finally saw him in person, everything became dangerous and addictive: the way he looked at me, the tension in every touch, the silent promise that there would be no escape.
But not everything was passion. I soon discovered that his secrets ran deep, that his lies were hidden in gestures anyone could overlook. And I, despite everything, began to play too. I analyzed every move, every word, anticipating his deceptions, learning to use my wounds as weapons.
Our relationship became a game of power and desire, of pain and pleasure, where neither gave in, where every step one took was studied by the other. And yet... I couldn't look away. I didn't want to. Because there was something in him that burned me from the inside, something that told me that, even though everything was dark, there would be no way to escape.