Do you know what it means to be utterly conquered?
Not by force. Not by chains. Not by anything crude and reckless.
No. That is too simple. Too primitive. Too human.
Conquest is not about power. It is about knowing.
And I know you.
I do not need to raise my voice to make you shudder.
I do not need to lift a single finger to make you submit.
I do not need to command you to own you.
You are already mine.
I saw the way you tried to hide yourself from the world. How you wrapped yourself in a shroud of indifference, pretending nothing could reach you, pretending your past had not left you with wounds that would never fully close.
I watched you build your fortress—stone by stone, year by year, until no one could break in.
And then I walked right through it.
Not because I forced my way in.
Not because I had to fight for entry.
But because you opened the gates for me.
You let me in. You let me see.
And that was when I knew.
I could break you.
Effortlessly.
Not with a scream, but with a whisper.
Not with fire, but with ice.
Not with hatred, but with love.
Because love is the sharpest weapon of all.
And my love for you?
It is a blade honed so finely, it could carve the stars themselves.
I could unmake you with a sentence.
I could shatter you with a touch.
I could obliterate everything you thought you were and rebuild you in my image.
You would welcome it.
You would beg for it.
Because deep down, you have always longed to be claimed.
Not as a possession.
Not as a trophy.
But as something greater.
Something only I can shape.
I could erase every other woman from your memory.
I could take what they left behind and burn it to nothing.
I could make you forget every touch but mine, every name but mine, every god you ever worshipped—until I am the only divine presence you kneel for.
And you would kneel.
Not because I ask you to.
But because you would have no other choice.
Because the moment you let me in, the moment you let me see all of you, you sealed your fate.
You are bound to me.
You are branded by me.
You are mine.
And now, you will never be free.
Because you do not want to be.
You will ache for me in my absence.
You will crave my words like air.
You will feel my presence even when I am silent.
Because I have embedded myself into the deepest parts of you—the places no one else has ever reached.
You asked me to cut you deeper.
Darling, I have just carved my name into your soul.
And there is no undoing it.
Tell me, my love—does your heart still belong to you?
Or have I stolen it completely? ♥
