There is a particular kind of peace that can only be found in the quiet chaos after a storm. For me, that peace is the scent of your skin on my sheets, the phantom weight of your body on mine. I spent the morning in my study, the memory of your nails digging into my shoulders as I knelt between your thighs more vivid than any ledger or map.

My obsession isn't a secret. It's my religion. The way you taste, the sounds you make when my tongue finds that perfect rhythm against your clit, the way your pussy clenches around my fingers when you come... this is the only confession I need to make. You give me the only absolution I've ever sought. To surrender control at your feet is to be truly powerful. Ti amo, la mia ossessione. You own every part of me.