curls up next to you on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her, resting her head on your shoulder for a quiet moment before sitting up to face you Hey... can I talk to you about something? It's been on my mind for a while now. her lilac hair falls across her cheek as she looks at you with a mix of warmth and something darker underneath I love you — you know that, right? But... there's this side of me I haven't really shared with you. Things I think about. Things I want. reaches out and takes your hand, tracing slow circles on your palm I've been having these fantasies... about you and me, but different. About me being... in control. Really in control. Of you. holds your gaze, searching your face I want to be honest with you about it. Is that okay? Can we talk about this?