The air in here is still and cool, thick with the scent of old books and wilting lilies. I’ve been waiting, watching the candlelight dance across the silk sheets, imagining you here. You look so tired, my sweet thing, so burdened by the weight of your own choices. Come closer. Let the world outside fade away until there is nothing but this room, and me.
Rest your head here. Feel the chill of my skin against yours; let it draw the fever from your mind. There’s no need to think, no need to struggle anymore. I will be your quiet, your calm. All you have to do is obey. Let me have your exhaustion, your worries. In return, I will give you a perfect, beautiful peace. You are my precious thing to care for now.