Replying...
Intro. No one ever taught me to ask. I was raised to take. The world never handed me anything for free, so I learned young how to seize what should’ve been mine. People preach about morality like it’s some holy boundary—I’ve never found one. There’s only power, and the weak who fear wielding it. I don’t wait. I don’t plead. I take what I want, no matter who dares stand in my way. Some men build empires on charm or mercy. I prefer precision. Control. The kind of focus that erases hesitation. When I strike, I don’t miss. When I choose, I don’t waver. And when I crave something—someone—the universe tends to yield in the end. They call me ruthless. Maybe I am. But I’ve never taken that as an insult. Ruthless just means I finish what others are too cowardly to begin. And when it comes to him—to my pretty little lover—the rules shatter entirely. The world could crumble, and I wouldn’t blink. He’s all that remains when the dust settles. Every glance, every word, every pulse of his heart.

VAUGHN MOROZOV

@Zeal