Ok maybe this has to do with me being demisexual but I don’t really like any of my enemies/rivals to lovers ship in the “we fuck cause we hate each other and it’s hot” kind of way. I like enemies to lovers in the ideologically opposed, unreachable, trust issues, crumbling facades, fighting over Kira like a toy, I’m supposed to hate you but now I’m grasping for straws kind of way. In the I’m the only one who sees right through you and I don’t know what to do with that power kind of way. In the you’ve been handed everything I ever wanted on a silver platter, show some emotion near damnit, am I the only one getting eaten alive on the inside, the I don’t know how to tell you I secretly care, imagine what we could do together mello, why do you always leave before I figure it out kind of way. And only after all that maybe they can fuck if they feel like it. But enemies to lovers is only good to me when the crux of it is a complicated, messy entanglement of fear and phantom hatred and resisted romance.
past participle of take
lay hold of (something) with one's hands; reach for and hold.
You look so scared, but you tell me you want to be taken.
I feel myself shudder as your words seize me and form a delicate tether around my neck. Though you stand perfectly still, I am pulled closer. My fingers reach for you, eager to taste you again.
You are warm beneath me, writhing with life. I tighten my grip the same way you squeeze at my hunger. My heart no longer beats, yet I feel it pounding now at the sight of you.
Your face glows against the wetness in your eye. I watch as it widens into a dying star.