He was her dark fairytale.
Not the prince on the white horse, but the storm she was never meant to survive. And somehow, she didn’t just survive him, she became more alive because of him.
She was his twisted fantasy.
Not the perfect girl in the pretty dress, but the wildfire that burned through every wall he ever built. The chaos he thought he could tame, but never wanted to.
Together, they didn’t find peace.
They didn’t find perfection.
They found magic.
The kind that isn’t safe, but is real.
The kind you don’t recover from.
The kind you don’t want to.
Two broken edges, crashing together,
and somehow, against all odds,
creating something whole.