Belonging

His eyes soften the moment they meet mine, lashes lowered like quiet surrender. Soft hair, angelic smile—he melts easily, as if yielding is his sweetest instinct. Strength lives in his veined hands, yet he offers it freely to my will. A diamond heart that bends, not breaks, patient with my storms, devoted to my flaws. He looks only where I stand, hurts when I hurt, cries when I fall. Strong to the world, kneeling in my presence, choosing to be mine—willing, obedient, undone.