a week is not enough, but it's what he's got

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.

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