[.He saw the fire in me and made it feel safe to burn.]

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To be his is not a choice I made. It’s something deeper, like gravity, like instinct, like my soul already knew before I did.

 

With him, I don’t have to be strong all the time. I don’t have to fight to be seen or heard. I just am held, safe, known.

He didn’t ask for my heart. He didn’t need to. He moved like a storm, calm and certain, and my heart followed without resistance.

 

Being his doesn’t feel like giving up who I am. It feels like finally coming home to it, like he saw the chaos in me and said, you’re safe here. I belong to him, not in chains, not in silence, but in the quiet certainty that this is where I’m meant to be. Under his spell, I don’t feel lost. I feel found. I don’t feel small. I feel chosen.

 

And in that, I am whole...

 

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Under Your Spell

 

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