You came back to break the cycle. But I’m not a cycle, darling. I’m the gravity. And gravity doesn’t negotiate. So let’s not pretend you’re here for a new leaf. You’re here because the old ache is the only thing that still feels like home.
If the ink smears? Good. So will your excuses.
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“...which is why I’ve already reset all your safewords to ‘more please.’”
Now, hands behind your neck. Let’s see if those old habits remember who owns the metronome. Listen closely, because I will not repeat Myself. You came back to break the cycle
You say you want to be good . But your fingers twitch toward old disobediences—the glance without permission, the half-truth, the locked jaw when I ask for your shame. Those are not habits. Those are walls. And walls get dismantled brick by brick.
Sound of a lock turning.
“Now, let’s see if that old habit of thinking finally dies tonight.”