Inside The Dark Globe

Morgan steps back into it like she never left. Allie wraps her tight, cinches every strap, every rope, until Morgan can't move a muscle. The pressure hits different after time away. Morgan breathes out slow, the kind of sound that only happens when your body finally remembers how to let go. Allie watches her sink, eyes dark, every pull and knot tuned just right. Morgan's limbs are locked, her breath shallow, and the tension that lived in her shoulders drains out. Blonde hair hangs wild across her face, and Allie runs a hand along Morgan's jaw, makes her look up. There's no talk, just the weight of rope and the way Allie takes charge. Morgan gives in hard, lets herself disappear into the dark globe Allie builds around her, inch by inch, until all that's left is the ache and the edge and the pull of surrender.