Ally: I don’t trust easily.Not after what happened.Not after the way the world taught me that safety is always temporary.But then he looked at me — like I wasn’t broken, like I wasn’t something to run from.Jax was quiet fire.Gentle hands.A smile that made me want to believe again.And for a moment… I did.Until he disappeared.And took the air with him.Jax: Some people say they’re drawn to the light.Not me. I’ve always found beauty in the broken pieces, the cracks that people hide behind polite smiles and hollow words.She wasn’t looking for anyone.And I wasn’t supposed to want someone like her.But the second I saw her, everything else faded.Her silence was louder than any scream.Her eyes? Full of storms.And me?I’ve always had a thing for beautiful disasters.This is not a standalone—Broken must be read first to fully experience the story.
