Mine already

She was a distraction I didn't ask for... but I couldn't stop chasing.

When I met her, it was like the room got smaller. Her eyes didn't just look at me they measured me, like she was deciding if I was worth the risk. Every time she leaned in, the air thickened, and my heart did that stupid thing where it forgets how to beat.

She wasn't gentle. She was intense. The kind of intense that makes you want to run and stay at the same time. Her touch wasn't soft it was claiming. When her fingers grazed my wrist, it felt like she was writing her name on my skin.

And she kept getting closer.

I tried to keep my distance, but she was everywhere: in my thoughts, in my nightmares, in the way my body reacted before my brain could even decide. She didn't need to say anything her silence spoke louder than any confession.

One night, alone in a dark room with candles flickering like they were watching us, she finally broke the tension. Her breath was warm against my neck, and she whispered something I'll never forget:

"You're already mine."

That's when I realized... I wasn't the one chasing anymore.
I was the one being hunted.