Red lace makes me feel like your queen ❤️I know I look powerful in it, but in my head I’m already bowing, waiting for the hand that moves me where it wants⠀A queen, but a pawn on your chessboard ♟️Each move you make strips me of control, piece by piece, until the queen inside me kneels, bare and waiting to be claimed. Isn’t it cruel how innocence crumbles the moment the game begins? 😏⠀You could checkmate me in one swift move... but wouldn’t it be sweeter to drag me across the board, teasing, torturing, until surrender feels inevitable?Do you leave me as the winner on your chessboard?