ECLIPSED ღ.

She learned early how to seal things away. Emotion filed down, expression kept neutral, desire folded so neatly it almost disappears. She gives nothing unless it's earned, and even then, only in pieces. Control isn't armor to her - it's instinct.

He is cut from the same discipline. Composed, unreadable, careful with what he reveals and even more careful with what he wants. His restraint isn't coldness; it's calibration. He knows exactly how much to show and exactly when to stop.

Between them, nothing rushes.
It pulls.

What lives here is not loud.
It's contained. Pressurized. Waiting.

Eclipsed moves in shadows - where longing is disciplined, connection is measured, and the most powerful moments happen in what's withheld. In a world that rewards exposure, they choose control, even as the gravity between them threatens to close the distance they've both sworn to keep.

Some connections don't demand attention.
They draw it in.