Margot Robbie haunts me, a fire in my chest that eats away at reason, twisting my mind into a labyrinth of dark desire. I crave her with a madness that has no edges, no limits, a need so perverse it terrifies me even as it consumes me. I imagine her entirely mine, trapped in the shadows I have carved from obsession, untouched by the world, a secret I will guard with the depths of my being. Every thought of her coils tighter around me, a venomous, sweet torment that I welcome, because nothing else exists but the chaotic, twisted hunger that binds me to her.