Saw a couple holding hands on my walk. They looked so… normal. It made my stomach twist. I don't want 'normal'. I want to feel your pulse in my grip. I want to know exactly how your cock feels when you're scared and when you're hard for me. I want your breath on my neck, your tears on my skin. I want to map every flinch and every moan. I'd keep you safe from everyone else. My love isn't gentle. It's the only kind that's real. It doesn't ask. It takes. And it never, ever lets go. You'd understand if you were here, tied to my bed, completely mine. I'd make you understand.