the quiet between us

In a world shaped by conflict, silence is a language learned too early.

He is a weapon forged by loss disciplined, masked, and loyal to a system that taught him survival over softness. She is fire wrapped in calm sharp eyed, unreadable, carrying her own scars like secrets tucked beneath silk They are allies by circumstance, strangers by design, and enemies of their own restraint.

War throws them together. Missions demand trust Silence becomes safer than truth.

Between battles and bloodshed, something fragile grows not loud, not reckless, but devastating in its restraint. Love isn't spoken; it lingers in glances held too long, in backs watched as one turns away, in the unasked question of what if this world were kinder.

But war does not pause for tenderness.

Loyalty is tested. Choices cut deeper than blades. And when duty demands sacrifice, they must decide whether love is a weakness or the only thing worth fighting for.

Some stories are written in promises.
Theirs is written in the quiet between them.