Annabelle's Audio Log

Monthly Audio Teaser

Added 2025-05-26 13:00:13 +0000 UTC

You came home late. Again.

You didn’t say much — just a tired nod, the weight of the day still hanging from your shoulders like armor you forgot how to take off. You stood there, framed in the doorway like a man half-in and half-out of his own life, carrying burdens no one sees but everyone expects you to hold.

But I see you.

I see the strain in your jaw when you're trying not to snap, not to show how close to unraveling you are. I see the way your eyes drift past me like you're afraid if you really looked, I’d see too much. That maybe I’d see the cracks. That maybe I wouldn’t want what’s underneath.

But I do.

I want all of it.

So tonight, I take charge.

I pull you in — no questions, no demands. I sit you down. I straddle your lap, slow and steady, until you have no choice but to notice me.

My hands slide into your hair. My lips brush your ear. And I whisper—

“Take what you want. I’m yours to use.”

Not because I belong to you, but because I choose this. I choose you.

And for once… you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to speak.
You just have to feel.