For the good girl who knows she’s anything but innocent — who melts under every word of praise, every rough touch meant to worship.

For the one who aches to be seen, spoiled, and owned.

By the men who would burn the world just to hear her beg.

This is for you —

The one who earns every filthy compliment, every bruising kiss,

And wears devotion like silk against her skin.

Because being loved by one was never enough...

Not when they all call you theirs.