I never thought that kind of love was real. Until I met him.
He was supposed to be just another cliché: the bad boy with the wicked smile, the one everyone warns you about. But he wasn’t bad at all. He was simply… a boy.
A boy carrying the weight of a past too heavy for his shoulders.
A boy who thought survival meant locking his heart away where no one could touch it.
A boy who, for reasons I’ll never understand, placed the key to that heart in my hand—and didn’t flinch when I tried to free him.
He made me the main character of my own story. And this?
This is the story I’ll never forget.
