You’re not just watching me smoke, darling… you’re begging for a taste. The way my lips curl around this cigarette, the slow drag that makes my chest rise… and these eyes locking onto yours, pulling you deeper. I exhale, and you lean in like a starving man, desperate to inhale the air I’ve poisoned with my scent. Pathetic, isn’t it? How bad do you want to breathe me in to feel the burn of my control? The cherry glows as I take a deep drag, savouring the burn before letting the smoke curl from my lips like a promise.You’re staring, aren’t you? Desperate to inhale the air I’ve polluted to taste my power on your tongue. I’ll make you wait. Make you ache. Every exhale is a reminder
