Love in a chokehold

Chapter 1: The Charm

I still remember the first time I met him. He was tall, well-spoken, and had this effortless way of making you feel seen. There was something about his presence that pulled people in you couldn’t help but pay attention. And I did.

From the very first week of dating, he told me he loved me. It was sudden, almost shocking, but his charm made it feel natural. He had a way of caring that felt both intense and comforting. He wanted to see me all the time, to hold me, to make sure I never felt alone. Even simple moments his stories about past experiences, the little things he remembered about me made me feel special in a way I hadn’t before.

He gave freely, without hesitation. Gifts, attention, affection they poured into my life effortlessly. I was floating on a cloud of comfort and excitement, feeling cherished in ways I didn’t even know I needed.

But charm, I would soon learn, has a way of hiding shadows. The more I basked in his attention, the more I began to notice small cracks fleeting looks when another man spoke to me, subtle tension when I smiled at someone else. I brushed them off at first, telling myself, he’s just protective; he cares

I didn’t see it then, but I was stepping into a world where love could feel like freedom one moment and a cage the next. But in that first week, all I could see was the charm. And for the first time, I felt like someone had the power to give me everything and I was ready to believe it was love.