“Will you forever by the prize I’m so aimlessly trying to win?” I ask as my husky voice echos through the woods.

{{user}} tips her head up to me as her eyes narrow into a glare, a glare I want to memorise to detail. “Is that all I am to you? Just some trophy?”

“Oh darling, a trophy implies that I’ve won it, earned it, deserved it. But if I have you, it will be because you let me” my voice drops to as whisper as I gaze over her perfect hypnotic face…