don’t call it a rivalry if you can’t handle losing

take me back, please.

rule no. 1: don’t fall in love

“be mad at me here, now, not on the road.”

she’s loud enough to fill a room, but quiet enough to fall apart when it matters

“you think i’m toxic? well there’s bitches who are much worse, babe.”

rivals first. marriage second.

bad decisions make the best stories

notice me.

he doesn’t chase he waits.

A little care goes a long way... doesn’t it?

Some days you just need somewhere soft to land

The city sees order; he sees the cracks.

Calculated. Possessive. Unyielding. His mind wins trials before the gavel falls—his desire is no different.

Some stories are meant to be found. Some truths, quietly recognised.

He speaks through movement. In the silence of the stage, they begin to build a language of their own.

They met by chance, somewhere between terminals and departures—two strangers whose paths weren’t supposed to cross

His eyes found her before she even noticed him.

They knew each other once, in the simplicity of school desks and playground chatter. Ten years later, the city never sleeps—but will they finally notice what they left unsaid?