#lose control

Something's got a hold of me lately No, I don't know myself anymore Feels like the walls are all closin' in And the devil's knockin' at my door, whoa

Out of my mind, how many times Did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone? Yeah, it's takin' a toll on me, tryin' my best to keep From tearin' the skin off my bones, don't you know

I lose control When you're not next to me (when you're not here with me) I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see? I lose control When you're not next to me, mm-hm Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby You make a mess of me

Problematic Problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit Bad habit's hard to break when I'm with you Yeah, I know, I could do it on my own But I want that real full moon black magic and it takes two Problematic Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth Can't see the forest through the trees Got me down on my knees, darlin' please, oh

Something's got a hold of me lately, she thought, the realization ringing like a bell in the silence.

No, I don't know myself anymore.

Every shadow in the room seemed to stretch toward her. The walls, once a sanctuary, now pulsed with a claustrophobic rhythm. It felt as though the devil himself was knocking at the door of her sanity, demanding an entry fee she couldn't afford to pay. She was out of her mind, exhausted by the relentless cycle of being the girl everyone needed her to be, while secretly terrified of the hollow space where her own identity used to reside.

I'm no good at being alone

It's taking a toll on me, trying my best to keep from tearing the skin off my bones.

She looked at Elijah. He was the anchor in her turbulent sea, the only one who understood the burden of living forever and the agony of losing it all. She felt herself unraveling, a fraying rope pulled to its breaking point.

Feels like the walls are all closin' in

And the devil's knockin' at my door, whoa

She stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under her weight. She didn't stop until she was mere inches from him, invading the personal space he usually guarded so ferociously. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the same frantic, hidden desperation reflected in his gaze. He wasn't just observing her; he was being consumed by the same gravity.

She reached out, her fingers trembling as she touched his lapel, then moved up to his face. She leaned in, closing the distance, and pressed her lips to his.

Elijah didn't hesitate. For a man who lived by discipline and rigid codes, his response was an admission of total surrender. He kissed her back with hungry urgency, his hands finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against him as if he could absorb her chaos into his own.

In that small, dimly lit room, the walls ceased to close in. The devil’s knocks went unheard. There was only the heat of their breath, the desperate rhythm of their heartbeats, and the terrifying, beautiful truth of their surrender.

I lose control