You think you’re ready for this moment. On your knees, offering everything you have, hoping for the love you’ve dreamed of. But as the words leave your lips, you realize something is wrong. The look in my eyes isn’t what you expected—there’s no warmth, no affection. Just amusement. I laugh, and the sound cuts through you. Every word I speak shatters the illusion you’ve built. You’re not the man you thought you were. You’re not even close. I don’t want what you’re offering. What you think matters means nothing to me. And in that moment, you know the truth—you’re not enough. But it won’t stop you. You’ll never stop craving what I take from you. And you’ll beg for more.