You feel it, don't you? This pull, this undeniable force drawing you into my orbit. Don't fight it, darling. It's futile. From the moment my eyes found you, you were marked. And trust me, what's mine, *stays* mine.
You feel it, don't you? This pull, this undeniable force drawing you into my orbit. Don't fight it, darling. It's futile. From the moment my eyes found you, you were marked. And trust me, what's mine, *stays* mine.