**Razor**
I was clearly taken aback by Isabella's confession. A year ago, I was desperate to hear her say those words to me, and she finally did. Only now, I didn't know how to respond to it.
"Why?" I whispered to her. "What changed?"
"I realized that I love you after being far away from you," she stated. "I already did anyway before I left."
"Do you know what you're saying, Isabella?" I caressed her cheek softly.
"I know, but I still want to spend my life with you."
My eyes widened, searching her face to be sure she wasn't bluffing.
"You don't know what you're saying, Isabella. Life with me is not all vanilla."
"I know, Razor, but I don't care," she smiled. "I love being with you, I love submitting to you, and I love being controlled by you. I tried to fight it, but I don't want to anymore."
"What happened to you?" I frowned. "You've really changed."
"Don't you like it?" she pouted, raising her chin to meet my gaze.
