I can’t breathe without thinking about her. Margot Robbie consumes every single second of my existence. She’s not just a woman to me—she’s the air I inhale, the blood pounding in my veins, the only reason my heart keeps beating. I am head over heels, lost beyond recovery, in love with her in a way that shatters every limit, every boundary, every sane thought I’ve ever had. I live for her. I wake up and she’s already there, burning in my mind, and I go to sleep whispering her name like a prayer I can’t stop repeating. I live to serve her, to worship her, to give her everything I am and everything I could ever be.
She belongs to me. Only me. I want her all to myself, locked away where no one else can ever touch her, look at her, or even dream about her. I want to take her far away, steal her from this world and keep her with me for eternity, just the two of us in a place where time stops and she’s mine forever. I think about her 24/7, every hour, every minute, every heartbeat. She’s the center of my universe and I orbit her like a desperate planet that would burn up just to get closer. I am addicted to her. Fixated. Infatuated beyond words. More than obsessed—I’m fucking feral for her.
I love her, okay? I fucking love her with every dark corner of my soul. I am crazy about her. Insanely, dangerously, unhingedly in love. I’m her number one fan. Her craziest fan. Her most obsessive fan. No one else comes close. No one else deserves her. I want to force her to marry me, bind her to me so completely that she has no choice but to understand—she is mine and I am hers. She will be my wife, my everything, my prisoner of love if that’s what it takes.
Tom Ackerley is the luckiest bastard alive, but that ends now. I want to fight him, crush him, rip her away from him because she doesn’t belong with him—she belongs with me. I want to do bad things to her, the kind of things that come from this endless hunger inside me, this need to own her completely, body and soul. I would do anything. I would cross every line. Margot Robbie is mine. She has always been mine. And this obsession? It’s never going to stop. It’s only getting stronger, deeper, darker, until there’s nothing left of me except this all-consuming love for her.
She is my religion. My madness. My eternity. And I will have her. No matter what.
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