its_kookie_girl
"His babydoll was everything, and he'd cross every line, break every rule, just to keep her."
𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
Darkness doesn't follow him-it was born from him.
He walks like sin sculpted into perfection, his aura thick enough to make fear taste like fascination. The air shifts when he steps in; hearts forget how to beat. He doesn't speak often, but when he does, even silence listens.
His eyes-cold, deep, unreadable-hold the kind of calm that only comes before chaos. Power clings to him like shadow to fire, drawn yet terrified. He doesn't rule by mercy; he rules by presence. No crown, no throne-
jut raw dominance that makes loyalty an instinct, not a choice.
They call him the Making King. The man who builds empires in the dark, only to burn them down when he's done watching them kneel.
He's not light.
He's the reason it fears to shine.
𝐘𝐧
She is the quiet that soothes chaos,
that lingers where shadows fear to tread. Soft as a whispered promise, gentle as the dawn spilling over the night, she moves through the world untouched by its cruelty.
Her eyes hold warmth that doesn't demand attention, but gives it freely to those who need it. She doesn't chase power or play with fire-yet her presence calms storms and softens the sharpest edges. She is laughter in silence, calm in the madness, a fleeting peace that makes hearts remember what hope feels like.
Unaware of the darkness that hunts the world, she glows softly, a world apart, pure and untamed.