It’s a delicate deceit, one where the hunter and the hunted blur, and lines between guilt and desire quietly dissolve. Some victims, knowingly or not, walk into the lion’s den wearing perfume made of invitation and denial. Not because they seek danger, but because danger gives them permission. In a world where shame is currency and restraint is a virtue, admitting to craving chaos feels illicit.

So instead, we create theatre: cast ourselves as prey, spotlight the predator, and script the seduction as something that happened to us, not something we walked toward. This isn’t about blame, it’s about honesty. The complexity of human desire often hides beneath layers of performance. Sometimes, we want what hurts. Sometimes, the risk validates the need. And sometimes, being “taken” is easier than taking. Accountability isn’t self-condemnation. It’s liberation.

Owning our role in our own unravelling is the first step in writing a truer, stronger story, one where desire isn’t dressed as disaster, and longing isn’t masked by martyrdom.