As long as there is no true harm, do whatever you wish with me. I surrender my freedom to your wealthy, sterile sanctuary, drowning together in the deep, wet tidal wave of your absolute sovereignty.
(9/9)
#DarkRomance
I have utter contempt for mindless, chaotic violence. I despise unnecessary pain, odor, or random acts of low-brow cruelty that offer no purpose. I seek no aimless thrill.
(1/9)
#DarkRomance
Before you look at Henry Fuseli’s The Nightmare, discard all conventional frailty. See the physical crushing—the heavy weight sitting on the chest, capturing the exact rigidity of sleep paralysis. (1/7)
No generic romance, just a clinical, high-frequency physical conditioning where she believes she owns him, while his body entirely monopolizes her raw, primitive desire.
(6/7)