Threadlocked
Threadlocked
She holds him like a hostage in a palace made of pity,
draped in passive smiles and half-meant touches.
Her love isn’t a language—it’s a leash.
Every “I’m here” is just a spell
to keep him fr…
Threadlocked
She holds him like a hostage in a palace made of pity,
draped in passive smiles and half-meant touches.
Her love isn’t a language—it’s a leash.
Every “I’m here” is just a spell
to keep him fr…