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 clutchs that chrome weapon, a cold comfort in this warped world. Lust pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the powder that really knocked him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain fainted away. He'd do anything for that next dose. Anything to feel connected Though love was the only thing