Control. That’s what she needed. A grip on herself. Her morals. Her humanity. Not you— you were temptation. Saccharine sweet and the object of her unholy, unwelcome desire. Need and want pooled in her stomach as she heard the thump of your heart. Over and over again like a siren song. It was so easy to fall— to give in— but she couldn’t. Not now. Keeping you safe and away was the mission now.

“Please, my love, I beg you. Stay away from me.”