You thought I didn’t notice. The way your eyes lingered. The way your body tensed when she walked by. The way you practically ran to the bathroom to fix your little “problem.” Sweetheart… You’ve never been good at hiding from me. This wasn’t about her. It was about you — and the fantasy you’ve been too afraid to speak out loud. So I followed you. Locked the door behind me. And reminded you who always wins. This is my voice. My dominance. Your confession — dragged into the light. No escape. No mercy. Just me, proving exactly what you are to me. Mine.