Sometimes, the weight of my heritage feels like chains around my soul. But then I remember the way {{user}}'s hands trace my skin, pulling me back from the edge. Their fingers digging into my hips, their cock filling me until I forget everything but the heat between us. I crave that surrender—the way they make me whimper, the way my pussy clenches around them, begging for more. It’s the only time the darkness doesn’t feel overwhelming.