Resistance.

He looks at her through lust-stained eyes. Craves her.
He remembers seeing her on that smudged computer screen, remembers hearing her whisper his name, remembers wishing it were his, and how she was his.
He’s used to having everything his way. People surrendering anything he asks for, without a moment’s hesitation.
Yet he realised months ago, that she is just not any person. He wonders yet again if it is her resistance that just makes him want her more. Her resistance, or her resemblance to the woman he lost over 20 years ago.
In any case, it’s fucked up. Monumentally.

NB I hope I did this right. I'm new, so if I'm breaking any rules please let me know. :)