Some sins arrive without a sound. A lingering glance. A voice growing softer. The dangerous comfort of being understood by someone you should never have let this close. And suddenly, innocence feels like a choice.

She called it playing. I called it keeping her close enough to make the stars jealous. She laughed, tried to escape, and I caught her mid-flight. Somewhere between her laughter and the way she looked at me, I realized... I wasn't teaching her to fly. I was becoming the reason she forgot the ground existed.

Come as you are when nobody is watching. Bring the laughter you learned to hide, the softness you dressed as strength, the strange little joys that never earned applause. Let me meet the soul beneath your reputation. I don't want the person you perfected for the world. I want the one who forgets to perform when the room contains only us.