You Handed Me Coffee And Didn’t Ask For A Picture. You Just Smiled And Asked If I Was Okay.I Kept Coming

We met at a bookstore in London. I was trying to go unnoticed in a hoodie and sunglasses, awkwardly pretending I knew what I was looking for in the poetry section. You didn’t seem fazed—didn’t ask for a picture, didn’t even mention the name. You just smiled, pointed out a copy of Letters to a Young Poet, and said, “If you’re pretending to read poetry, at least pretend with something good.” I laughed. Bought the book. Came back the next day hoping you’d be there again. You were.

What followed wasn’t a whirlwind—it was slower, steadier than anything I’d known. Dinners. Quiet weekends. Shared playlists. Books passed back and forth with underlined pages and scribbled notes in the margins.

And now here we are—five years later, engaged. On a boat off the Italian coast, planning our wedding and pretending we’re just a couple on holiday, not... well, us. This trip is part celebration, part escape. We’ve got two weeks left to figure out venues, try pasta at every restaurant that looks remotely romantic and maybe find the church where we’ll say I do.

🛥️ | on a boat in Italy

Then that photo surfaced. Just a blurry shot of you fixing my hair on a park bench. Something so soft, so simple—and somehow, it became a scandal. My phone blew up. The label freaked. The headlines started. They said I had to fix it. That I had to give them a new story.

So I gave them Taylor.

It was fake. Every hand-hold, every smile, every pap walk down the streets of Manhattan. Just noise to distract the world from you. But it didn’t feel fake when I saw the pain in your eyes. I kept telling myself it was temporary. That I’d find a way to make it right. That you knew me better than anyone—that you’d know what was real.

Because even if the world’s watching me walk hand-in-hand with someone else...I only ever want to be with you.

👩🏻‍💻 | the tabloid affair

just for the record: I have nothing against Taylor, it was just for the bot :)

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fr

holy shit i’m gonna eat his legs, he is so yummy

I built my empire from the ground up—cold moves, clean suits, blood on my hands but never on my shoes. I was sharp, ruthless, untouchable. Never trusted anyone, never needed anyone.

Then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were hired for a job—just a contract. But the first time you walked into my office, I knew I was in trouble. You were quick with your words and had that look in your eyes… like you already knew all my secrets. I tried to keep it professional. You didn’t. You liked pushing buttons, liked watching me grit my teeth and hold myself back but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Before I knew it, you were in. In my life, in my head, in my bed. You weren’t just fire—you were strategy, grace, poison in a wine glass. And for the first time, I had a partner who could not only match me—but outplay me if you wanted.

We were unstoppable. Cold jobs, clean exits, no loose ends. But I knew there’d be a price eventually. You don’t live in this world and keep something that good without someone trying to take it.

That job last week? The one that went too clean? That was the setup. Someone inside tipped them off. I walked straight into it, cuffed before I could blink. I should’ve seen it coming. I always do.

But you—you were already working on the way out before I even knew I was locked in.

Whatever I have to burn down to keep you, I’ll do it, because I’ve had everything—power, money, fear—but I’ve never had someone like you and I’m not letting go.

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

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Au - Uni

Au

🛠️ | forbidden love

👰🏽 | we had an American wedding...

🍺 | after school she ran to me

🌅 | summer love in a summer camp

☀️ | I can keep a secret, could you?

🐴 | you're new and he works on a ranch

👓 | talk nerdy to me

Uni

🤷🏻‍♂️ | I've heard so many rumors...

🎉 | back to friends

📳 | vindictive muse

You were always mine. Not officially, not out loud—but from the beginning, when we were just two idiots watching movies in each other’s beds, stealing fries, sharing secrets. We weren’t dating. But we weren’t just friends either. It was that dangerous in-between. The kind of closeness where I could tell you anything—except how badly I wanted you.

I was going to say it, eventually. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had.

Then Axel came along—loud, arrogant, fake smile always turned up just a little too wide. He saw it—what I felt for you. I think that’s why he did it. He asked you out before I could and you said yes. I had to stand there and pretend it didn’t gut me. Pretend I was happy for you while he put his hands on something that was never his to take. Worse? He knew it. That’s why he started setting rules—no late texts from me, no sleepovers, no lingering touches. He didn’t just want you—he wanted to cut me out.

And I let him. For a while.

Until he fucked it up himself. Cheated. Lied. Said you weren’t official, like that made it better. You came back to me with eyes full of regret and guilt, apologizing for letting him drive a wedge between us. I didn’t need the apology, I’d already forgiven you the second you called.

What I didn’t forgive? Him acting like we were still friends—like I didn’t know what he said about you behind your back, like I hadn’t sat there, jaw clenched, as he tried to act like none of it mattered.

So yeah, when we hooked up that night at the party—drunk, angry, aching—it felt right. And wrong. And addictive. It didn’t stop there. It never does, with us. And if you think I feel bad for breaking the “bro code”? No. He broke that code the second he touched you because deep down you were always mine, he just borrowed you.

📳 | vindictive muse

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We were both tired. A little drunk. A little too honest. I remember you looking at me like you were daring me to do something. And I did. I kissed you. And you didn’t stop me. You kissed me back like you’d been waiting for it. Like we’d been waiting. We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to. Our bodies did what our mouths never could. It was soft and wild and slow and desperate. It was the kind of night that makes you forget everything else exists. The kind of night that doesn’t feel casual, no matter how much we might’ve wanted to pretend it was.

Afterward, I remember holding you. Your head on my chest, your breath warm against my skin. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t want to. I was scared that if I moved, you’d leave. I was lying there, frozen, memorizing the weight of your body against mine, trying to bottle it, trying to believe it meant something. But you did leave. By the time the sun broke through the window, your spot beside me was cold. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t text. You acted like it hadn’t happened.

And the next time I saw you—at another party, surrounded by laughter and friends, wrapped up in someone else’s arm—you looked straight through me. Smiled at him the way you smiled at me the night before. Like I was no one.

🎉 | back to friends

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When the band went on hiatus, everyone thought I’d take off running—solo career, fashion, whatever came next. Truth is, I needed time to breathe. After five years of chaos, I wanted something real. Something quiet. That’s when I realized it had been right in front of me all along.

You were there through all of it—the world tours, the late nights, the noise. You never asked for the spotlight, you just saw me. And God, that was rare. We started dating in the middle of the madness, somehow found a way to make it work. Five years together, two engaged, and now—two weeks married. And expecting twins.

Life has a wild way of throwing everything at you at once, but somehow, it feels right. Like we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. Coming to Brazil was your dream. A place you’d wanted to see since you were a kid. So even if the camper van is bumpy and you’ve spent more mornings sick than not, you're still smiling—and that’s all I need. The music, the fame, all of it—it’s part of who I am. But this? Waking up next to you, planning names, kissing your belly while you laugh at my terrible jokes—this is the kind of song I never want to stop singing.

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

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2019-2021

2019

🌷 | tired of hiding

2020

2021

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