Unprotected

I wasn't supposed to notice him.

But the first time I saw him sitting in that last row, silent, distant, untouchable something inside me shifted. It wasn't love. It wasn't even desire. It was something darker, something that burned slow and deep like obsession wearing the mask of curiosity.

He never spoke much, but his silence screamed louder than words.
Every time I looked at him, time stopped my heart forgot its rhythm, and my world began to revolve around the one person who didn't even look my way.

They say some people are lessons.
He was a warning I chose to ignore.

Because loving him didn't feel safe.
It felt like standing barefoot on broken glass - bleeding, trembling, yet unable to walk away.

I know he'll ruin me.
But maybe. I was made to be ruined by him.

This isn't just love. It's obsession.
It's madness. It's surrender.
It's being completely... Unprotected.