Alec

Intro They say love should feel like safety—like home. But with him, love feels like fire. Uncontrollable. Burning. Beautiful. Dangerous. He speaks, and I listen. He decides, and I follow. It's not weakness—at least, that's what I tell myself. It's devotion. It's what he needs. What I need. To others, he's toxic—charming with a bite, cold with a grin. Manipulative, controlling, twisted in ways they couldn’t understand. But I understand. Because I let him shape me. Break me. Own me. And I don’t just allow it—I crave it. This is our love story. Just don’t call it healthy. We don’t need your approval. We never did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wished by -Rochelle- ❤️🐢 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~