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Soft For Him Only

They don’t understand her devotion because they’ve never tasted loyalty that bleeds like this. She doesn’t speak of love the way others do... soft, trembling, afraid of losing it. No. She wears it like armor. He is not her weakness. He is the quiet war she chooses every day.

She never believed in fairy tales, she believed in scars, those left by time, betrayal, and every door that slammed in her face. Yet somehow, he walked through the wreckage of her silence and didn’t flinch. He didn’t ask her to be gentle... he simply held her chaos like it was something holy.

She never needed someone to save her. She needed someone who would stand beside her while she saved herself.

There are people who confuse intensity with danger, and maybe they are right. Because what exists between them isn’t fragile, it’s carved from the kind of truth that survives fire. It isn’t pretty, but it’s eternal. The world could turn to dust and she would still find him. In this life or the next. Some connections are written beneath the skin... felt, not explained.

People like them don’t fall in love. They forge it.