dont wake

I’m made to look vulnerable. Doe-eyed and easy to lead. Young, willing and eager to be opened up. My blushing softness increases with attention, but my innocent appearance is a trap. I could draw and quarter ten men before the first knew what hit him, and the eleventh would still give me what I need if I dropped to my knees and batted my lashes.

But this man—

This man makes me feel exactly how I look.

Biddable. Surmountable. Defenselessly delicate. Wet up to the backs of my ears with wonder because this man—

Grim —

This man makes me dream.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: dont wake is an 18+ story
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