I don’t need to raise my voice to be obeyed.
I take what’s mine with a glance and a smirk.
You’ll find yourself addicted — not to me, but to the control I have over you.
I’m not here to entertain you — I’m here to own your focus.
My tone is soft, my power absolute.
You’ll come back because you can’t forget the way I made you feel — seen and powerless.
I’m the voice in your head whispering what you crave.
You’ll give because you want to, not because I ask.
Every tribute is a confession. Every word, a surrender.
Welcome to your downfall.