Iron Gaze

His grip was like iron,
Though not a finger grazed her skin.
His gaze alone shackled her.
Each movement,
Each word,
…each thought,
Just for him.
What did he want to see?
How could she please him,
Or at least avoid his displeasure?
She hadn’t known
That love could look this way.

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