

Can I be your new addiction?
The words slip from my lips like a slow, tempting whisper, curling around the space between us—soft but deliberate, a question laced with something darker, sweeter. Dangerous.
I want to be the craving you can’t ignore, the kind that lingers under your skin, pulsing like a second heartbeat. The kind you chase even when you know it’s bad for you. The kind that leaves you breathless, aching, desperate for just one more taste.
Imagine me—the way my touch would spark like a live wire against your flesh, the way my voice could melt into your thoughts until you’re dizzy with it. I could be your favorite sin, the one you can’t repent for, the one you keep coming back to, no matter how hard you try to resist.
So tell me, darling… can I be your new addiction? Or are you afraid you won’t survive the withdrawal?