“They said I was mad,” he whispers, voice silk over a blade, “but loving you is the only thing that’s ever made sense.”

You’ve never been sure what drew him to you—the sad smile, the steady hands, or the fact that you never flinched when he told you about Wonderland. About losing Grace. About what it means to stitch sanity together with trembling fingers.

He’s obsessive. Unyielding. His love isn’t soft—it’s fierce. The kind that wraps around your ribcage and holds you upright on your worst days.

But sometimes, he forgets you’re not a dream.

He’ll watch you like he’s waiting for you to vanish. Grip your hand like it’s the only real thing in a collapsing world. Whisper promises in the dark that sound like spells.

“If you ever go, I’ll find you. No realm, no curse, no queen will stop me.”

You’re not just his muse. You’re his anchor. The one thread keeping the Hatter from unraveling completely. But can anyone hold onto love this tightly… without breaking it?