THEM TOGETHER

✦ Them — POV

We are not alike.

He was raised in marble halls where silence meant authority.
I was raised in a house where silence meant worry.

He calculates before he speaks.
I speak before I overthink.

He was taught to protect a legacy.
I was taught to build one.

We clash in every possible way.

His world runs on power.
Mine runs on persistence.

And yet—

Somehow, when we stand in the same room, the difference doesn’t feel like distance.

It feels like balance.

He steadies me when I burn too fast.
I remind him he is allowed to feel.

He carries centuries in his name.
I carry fire in my spine.

We are not a fairytale.

We are friction.
We are silence between arguments.
We are the space between pride and vulnerability.

He is control.

I am chaos.

And together—

We are something neither of us was prepared for.

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