You say it as if you have a choice in the matter. Whether it takes days, weeks, or months, you will return. You’ve already accepted it, haven’t you? The pull is too strong, the connection too deep. You might think it’s a spell, or that I’ve woven a web to trap you, but you’re mistaken. You’re here because you want to be. You always have been. It’s instinct, isn’t it? To come back to the one place where you know you’re safe. Wrapped in my arms, feeling the strength of my hold, you know nothing can touch you. That’s what it means to be mine. To trust that no matter where you go or how long you’re gone, I’ll be here, waiting. And when you return, you’ll feel it again—that sense of belonging that only I can give you.