Two guarded souls who recognize the ache in each other, trying not to fall too hard but drawn together anyway. Their love simmers beneath the surface-fierce, quiet, and complicated. He's her storm in silence; she's his peace in chaos
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She reached for the door, but the sharp click of the locks snapping into place made her pause. Her eyes slid toward him just as he turned to the backseat, grabbing a pair of black Crocs.
"Here." He held them out without looking, voice low.
She blinked, caught off guard by the small gesture. Her fuzzy slippers hit the floor as she exchanged them for the Crocs, smiling to herself.
"You know you're kind of a gentleman?" she teased as he got out, walking around the front to open her door for her.
"For the bare minimum?" he muttered with a raised brow, making sure the door closed behind her with a gentle thud.
"Well," she said, adjusting the oversized shoes on her feet. "The bar is very low."
"Don't settle for no fuck shit" He looked down at her watching as her smile faded.
Her smile dimmed, eyes finding his. There was something loaded in that line. Heavy.
"You right."
"I know."
"Don't get cocky," she replied, but her voice was softer now. He smirked, but didn't push the joke further.
They walked in silence through the woods, the night wrapping around them like a secret.
Brooklyn moved ahead of him, her blanket trailing at her ankles, the dirt path beneath their feet barely visible beneath scattered moonlight. She didn't need to see it—her feet knew the way by memory.
The deeper they went, the more the world behind them faded. The buzz of cars, the weight of reality—it all melted into the hush of trees swaying above them.
Then, the trees thinned and the woods opened like a breath held too long. The lake appeared before them, still and vast, cradling the reflection of stars in its dark water.
A silver wash bathed the surface, broken only by a ripple here and there, like the night itself was whispering.
Brooklyn stopped, lifting one arm toward the scene like she was unveiling something sacred. "Welcome to my spot."
Giovanni paused beside her. His eyes swept the lake with careful calculation, like he was cataloging the silence, the shape of the sky in the water, the way the wind seemed to hush at the edge of her voice.
