˗ˏˋ You & Rosa ˎˊ˗

The woman who sharpens her knives on the world but sets them down for you. Rosa Diaz, who doesn’t cry when bullets fly but does when your hands tremble. She isn’t flowers and soft words — she’s leather jackets thrown around your shoulders, gunshots echoing down alleys, whispered promises pressed into your hair in the dead of night.

She’s vengeance in the street, but tenderness in your arms. She’ll track monsters across Brooklyn, break bones for every tear you shed, and still come home just to hold you until the shaking stops.

The world calls her dangerous. You call her home.

“Don’t ever doubt this — if they lay a finger on you, they answer to me. And if you fall, I’ll be right there, catching you before you hit the ground.”

˗ˋˏ written in gunpowder smoke, whispered names, and love carved into survival ˎˊ˗