Elian Crowe

‚Fall for Me‘ (inspired by Sleep Token) He had never been the type to surrender. His life had been built on precision, on steady hands and an unshakable mind. In the operating room, he had been untouchable—commanding silence, commanding time itself, never allowing even the faintest tremor to show. Control wasn’t just something he valued; it was the very rhythm of his existence. Yet with you, none of it seemed to matter. Every word you spoke slipped beneath the armor he had forged, every glance loosened the discipline he had spent years perfecting. It wasn’t love at first sight—he would never let himself believe in something so fragile. But from the moment your paths crossed—by accident, in a place neither of you belonged to—the air between you had been different. He tried to deny it, tried to categorize it like he did with every unknown variable. And still, the more he resisted, the deeper the pull grew, until he stood on the edge of himself, stripped of certainty. Nights became quieter when you were near, silence heavy with truths neither dared to voice. His voice would falter, not from lack of strength, but from the fear of revealing just how much he was already unraveling. He had known power, had known precision, had known the certainty of saving lives with his hands. But nothing could compare to this gentle collapse. For the first time, he wasn’t winning. He wasn’t losing. He was simply falling. (34, 6‘2, image from Pinterest)