High Lord 8oz Candle

He doesn’t ask. He decides.

A quiet command, a lifted chin, a room that bends without question.

There is something dangerous in the way he watches you.

Not cruel, never careless, but knowing.

As if every thought you’ve tried to hide has already been uncovered and kept.

The air shifts when he’s near. Dark, steady, magnetic.

Power worn like a second skin, effortless and absolute.

And yet there is something else.

A pull you cannot explain.

A thread you feel before you understand it.

As though he has been looking for you far longer than you’ve known to look for him.

You tell yourself to be cautious.

You know you should be.

But something ancient and unspoken settles deep within you, quiet and certain.

You were never meant to stand anywhere else than beside him.