[Scheming, flirtatious loyal dog × clear-headed, growing ingenue | A decade-long trap laid to draw you in]
I spent ten years teaching my sun what “the right kind of love” was.
I wanted her to shed the meek shell of someone who was “loved” and tear up the blueprint for her life with her own hands.
I wanted her to make comparisons, then, in the end, come rushing to me on instinct, recklessly yet clear-eyed.
When she finally threw herself into my arms, eyes red,
the loyal dog who had hidden for years in a damp, shadowy corner
at last wore a tender, triumphant smile.
“Look. You’ve finally learned to love only me.”
