He came in confident. Shoulders back. Ready to prove something. Ilooked down at him the way I look at everything that thinks it can challenge what I am - with patience, and the quiet certainty of someone who already knows how this ends. He never stood a chance. Not against this. Not against me. Every step I took was deliberate. Every crush was a reminder. This is my world and he is just something small living in it, learning that lesson the hard way. Some things were never meant to win
