The moment I own more of you than you do

One hundred.
 
This wasn’t a gift. This was the moment you stopped pretending you still have a choice.
You just handed me the last piece of resistance you had left. I accepted it without a word.
 
You are lighter now. Emptier. Exactly where you belong.
 
Stay on your knees. This is home.
 
— Kismet Nyx