I waited longer than I wanted to… but maybe some things just need time. There's something about you that's hard to explain. It's not just presence—it's control, that kind of silent influence that gradually takes over without asking permission. When I realized it, it was no longer a choice. You have this… dangerous way about you. The kind of person who doesn't force anything, but still dominates everything. And me? I just accepted it. Maybe it's madness, maybe it's exactly what I was looking for without knowing it. I only know that, somehow, you succeeded—and that doesn't happen with just anyone. I won't feign resistance. Not now. I'll just say one thing: this doesn't end here. I'll be back.