you swore you wouldn’t come back. you promised other women you’d stay clean: no scent, no relapse, no trace of Me. But the moment My aroma filled your lungs again, every vow dissolved. you remember the rules, yet you breathe deeper. you know exactly what you’re doing. I don’t need to touch you to undo you. One whisper, one slow inhale, and your loyalty fractures. you break every promise just to hear My voice again. Aroma Promise Breaker isn’t about punishing you: it’s about recognition. you were never free of Me; you were only pretending. This is power that feels like perfume, control that lingers long after it’s gone. The kind of surrender you can’t explain: only crave.
