#TwoStormsOneHeart
#TSOM
In her eyes, he saw a weight,
Not of burden, but of fate.
A guarded storm, calm yet vast,
Echoes of things she could not cast.

They weren't just eyes; they held a world,
Secrets upon secrets, tightly furled.
Not sparks of flirt, nor glints of fire,
But depths of dreams and unspoken desire.

Those eyes were dark yet piercing clear,
A haven for strength, a home for fear.
He’d seen laughter, fleeting and bright,
But hers was a quiet, enduring light.

In every glance, she wore her walls,
Like painted masks down shadowed halls.
A hardened strength in softened grace,
A hunger hidden,...