I’m not sure that I could ever be enough for him, just me. And even though I didn’t know I wanted to be until this moment, it worries me, deep
into my gut. Because the sensation of holding him to me while he breathes,feeling his black heart beating on mine…It’s the thing I never allowed myself to want. The thing I told myself I didn’t need. It’s my namesake. And it’s beyond fucking dangerous. i'm not crying u r
— Jun 16, 2026 09:00AM
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