𝚩𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝚩𝐎𝐑𝚴

𝑰𝒓𝒂
He wasn't built for endings.
Everything about him feels like a beginning.
Soft hands. Careful eyes. The kind of silence that listens more than it speaks.

In a world gone sharp, he's the last soft thing left.

People overlook him-too small, too quiet, too tender for a place like this.
But there's something about him that lingers.
Something even the storm doesn't know how to touch.

He doesn't fight like the others. He feels.
He shakes when others go numb.
And somehow, still stands when they fall.

A boy with sharper edges watches him. Doesn't understand him.
Says his name like it tastes strange in his mouth.
Like he's trying to figure out how someone like Ira exists at all.

No one knows what makes him different.

Not yet.

But the world keeps trying to break him.
And he keeps surviving like it's the most natural thing in the world.