In your eyes

The first time he saw her, it felt like someone had cracked his ice in half. She didn’t even notice him at first—laughing with her friends, her smile unguarded and warm, the kind of warmth he had spent years avoiding. She was chaos wrapped in beauty, a storm that didn’t apologize for existing. He told himself it was nothing. Just another face in the crowd. But he couldn’t look away. That night, as he leaned against his car outside the rooftop bar, cigarette in hand, he muttered the words again—like a shield, like a warning to himself.... .... Your drawn into his confident his poise..he doesnt even try to flirt ...but there is something