two worlds

She was the tragedy beneath elegance. He was the temptation beneath the noise.
She was the art they framed, admired, and misunderstood.
He was the chaos they feared, envied, and couldn't look away from.

She lived by rules. He lived to break them.
She was everything he shouldn't want.
He was everything she vowed to despise.

Their worlds were never meant to touch - but once they did, they couldn't let go, even if it destroyed them.

She hated him for the chaos he brought.
He wanted her for every reason he shouldn't.

And somewhere between venom and longing,
hate began to taste a lot like desire.
In the ruin of expectations and the fire of pride,
love didn't bloom - it bled.
And he hated how he could never hate her.