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There’s a certain chill in my gaze, a glint of icy blue that most can’t read, but those who try never seem to linger. It’s as if they brush the surface but never dare dip beneath the frost, not realizing the fire burning just below. My soul craves to be taken somewhere I’ve never been, led by someone who knows the way but doesn’t fumble with the map. Few have had their grip on me, even fewer have come close to understanding, and none—none have held tight enough to feel the full weight of what lies within.
What I need is more than just touch. It’s a connection, mental and raw, peeling back the layers others can’t even see. I don’t need the usual pleasantries of love, those fleeting moments that fade with time. I need something deeper, something dangerous in its intimacy. It would be a risk, an exposure that most would shy away from, but the right one wouldn’t be afraid. They’d see through me, through the chill and the heat, and know just how to navigate both.
I can’t say I’ve ever let anyone get that close. Maybe it’s because they’ve never quite earned the right, or maybe I’ve been waiting for something—someone—who knows how to break through without breaking me. It’s a twisted hope, perhaps, but it’s all I’ve ever known. And deep down, I’m sweet with it. Hopeful. Because somewhere out there, someone is daring enough to feel the fire beneath the ice. And when they do, they’ll take me to places I never thought I’d go.
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