Lingering where you shouldn’t

It’s late. The world is quiet, and you’re still here, aren’t you? Your mind keeps drifting to me, whether you admit it or not. Every thought, every restless itch, you know exactly who it’s for.

You like the way it makes you ache, the way you crave direction, control, and something bigger than yourself. You want to be noticed, used, guided.

And right now, while everyone else sleeps, you’re left with one truth: I see you. I see the way you linger, the way you want to give, the way you’re desperate to follow.

Will you act on it, or will you let the night pass, wishing you had?