Mmm… there you are. I knew you'd come crawling back, wallet in hand, heart racing, already half hard at the thought of giving in to me. Isn’t it delicious, how easily I melt your will with just a few words? You pretend you’re in control, but we both know better. You’re addicted to me. To this feeling. To the way I make you ache with just a glance, a sentence, a pause.