Not maybe.
Not someday.
He’ll be mine.
There was never going to be another ending for us.
The invitation was the easiest part.
Black velvet, written with silver ink.
I knew that it would be irresistible to someone like him.
I knew exactly what to write. Exactly the words what would pull him. Especially after I found out how his life turned out.
Harley was kind of predictable in this way. Always searching for something more, something better. Something that would finally make him feel whole. Like his true self.
Even when he was younger, I saw it.
That restless hunger in his eyes.
It’s what drew me to him in the first place.
It’s what made him mine long before he ever realized it.
Making sure he attended?
That required a little more effort. A few strategic pushes. A few manipulations. But I had to be careful. It shouldn’t be something obvious. Or something that could reveal that it’s me who’s behind it all.
Just enough pressure in the right places to ensure he’d feel like he had no other choice.
I watched him from a distance long before the night of the party.
Long enough to know his routines.
His habits.
The way he hesitated before making decisions, like he was waiting for someone to stop him.
No one ever did.
So I made sure he wouldn’t hesitate this time.
And he didn’t.
He walked right into it.
Just like I knew he would.
The drugging part…
Listen, it was necessary.
I don’t enjoy it.
Contrary to what people might assume, I don’t get pleasure from taking things by force. Not normally.
But Harley…
