He knew it was dangerous to want her.
He knew desire could ruin him, drown him, remake him.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't want freedom.
He wanted the fall — wanted her.
In a world where restraint is survival,
he chooses surrender.
To her voice, to her touch,
to every sweet ruin she brings.
This isn't love.
It's obsession dressed as devotion —
and he dives willingly into the dark she lights.
Sometimes, losing control isn't a mistake.
It's the only way to feel alive.
