Anamika.
He’s too intense. I know it the moment we meet. He is a ruin I walked into willingly
And yet it feels like his soul has branded mine. I can’t escape him, or the way he lingers in my thoughts, or the ache he leaves behind every time he looks at me. He doesn’t want me. That should make it easier. It doesn’t.
Then when he chooses to walk away, I understand the truth. He is a storm I cannot hold. I try anyway. The harder I cling, the more I burn. I fade slowly, piece by piece, until there is barely anything left of me.
And still, even when I am reduced to a skeleton of who I was, I cannot stay away from him.
When he returns and fate strikes, the fragile ground beneath us cracks, threatening to destroy whatever little remains standing.
I am his. I know that now. He could stop. He doesn’t. He still takes.

Sameer
I know I am too much.
And yet I crowd her anyway. I cannot stop. She feels like oxygen, like something I will suffocate without. I see how deeply I affect her, and I use it. I push, press, take, until I know I am all she can see.
Even then, I don’t stop. I keep taking until she has nothing left to give.
Then one day, I walk away. Not because I don’t want her, but because of how much I do. She awakens a part of me I keep buried. A part I do not trust.
But restraint never lasts. When I return, I come without brakes, without mercy, and without apology. She is unprepared for what I am. I know it. I don’t care.
Once I decide she is mine, I don’t just take her. I consume her until there is nowhere else for her to go.