Audrey_Peterson
"𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
- 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐧
"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔."
- 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞
Brooklyn moves like sunlight spilling across a quiet room-
soft, unstoppable, and warm enough to make even the shadows pause.
Her laughter is a fragile thing, yet it lingers,
tugging at hearts like wind through the petals of a daisy.
She carries a kingdom in her gaze,
but also the ache of knowing its weight too soon.
Every step she takes is a story unspoken,
every glance a spark daring the world to notice.
And even when fear coils around her like a cloak,
there is a fire in her small hands,
a promise that she will not just survive-
she will leave the world holding her echo.
Malik moves like shadow and storm wrapped in human skin-
dangerous, untamed, yet holding the world in a gaze that could bend wills.
Every glance is a promise, every touch a warning,
and still, there is a softness only few are brave enough to see.
He carries scars like medals, memories like whispers,
a past heavy enough to break him, yet he bends it into strength.
Where others see cruelty, he sees survival;
where others fear him, she sees only home.
In the quiet moments, when the chaos fades,
he is a fire contained, a heartbeat steady and unshakable,
a storm that shelters rather than destroys,
a world unto himself-dangerous, yes, but worth every risk.
Together, Brooklyn is the star that guides Malik home...