Desired to be claimed || 18+

Loving you is like walking into a house consumed by fire—knowing every step could burn me, knowing there may be no way back. And yet, I would still walk into your flames. I would let them consume me, because somehow, only your fire knows how to ignite the parts of me I thought had gone cold. Maybe loving you was never meant to be safe. Maybe it was meant to hurt, to destroy, to leave scars I would carry forever. But even knowing that, I would choose you. Again. And again. Until there is nothing left of me but ashes. Because if you're the fire, then let me burn. I’m not leaving you.