𝟕 : 𝟐𝟏 - 𝟐𝟑 : 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗅

⠀ 𝕮all it jealousy, obsession, or a particularly unfortunate kind of devotion. I only know that wanting you has never been a quiet thing. ⠀

ㅤ 𝕴 wanna be yours, the last name on your lips before you fall asleep and the first sin you regret in the morning. ㅤ

ㅤ 𝓚iss me like you mean to ruin me, then hold me like you cannot bear the thought of what you've done. ㅤ

ㅤ 𝕴 think I'm a little bit obsessed, uh. I'm obsessed. ㅤ

ㅤ 𝕭ut no, you're sleeping, and I risk a small kiss on your head to release this wave of affection that threatens to overwhelm me, my small liberty. ㅤ

⠀ 𝓨ou breathe, and I ache. You smile, and I swear – I'll make you mine, even if it damns me. ⠀

⠀ 𝓜y devotion was never holy; it was hungry, possessive, and beautifully unholy. ⠀