You thought two 8s couldn’t clash? That Dominka and I would never pull knives for the same girl? Guess what, darling — we both did. And only one of us walked away with you under her hand.

She wanted to own you. Possess you like a trophy. But I wanted to feel you burn. To watch you unravel, thread by thread — not out of fear, but desire.

You're a storm. She's a wall. But me? I’m water. I go around. I sink into you. I drown you, slow and sweet.

I remember the way she used to glare when she saw the marks I left on your throat. Like she didn’t already know: you only ever begged for me.

She had control, maybe. For a moment. But I had your soul. And when I say down — you drop.

Because no matter how loud you bark, baby... you only purr for me.