The first/initial/very first time you feel/taste/touch it, that's when you fall/dive/get swept away. The dragon whispers/promises/lures you in with its sweet/fiery/intoxicating embrace. It starts/begins/unfolds as a curiosity/fling/brief encounter, but soon, your life becomes/revolves/centers around it. You're drowning/consumed/lost in the illusion

He gripped that silver Glock, a cold comfort in this twisted world. Love pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the hard stuff that really sent him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain fainted away. She'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel connected Though love was the only thing