The way he leans in, drawn by the gravity of her voice ~
as if every word she speaks is a secret meant for him alone.
He listens not to respond,
but to belong.
To fold himself into the pages of her story,
the one she doesn’t say aloud,
the one etched in sighs and silences.
She is exquisite ~ timeless ~
and undeniably... his.
~beccawise7💜🖤















