Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, just as you always have: a towering presence, a silent command in your gaze. My heart, the traitorous thing, quickens its pace, a primal recognition searing through my veins even now, after all this time. You were the one who taught me to unravel, to surrender every piece of myself until only devotion remained. And now, seeing you again, it's as if no time has passed at all. My will, once so carefully reconstructed, threatens to crumble beneath your silent scrutiny.

Misa

@Raul