The Rhythm in Monochrome

I found you where the city sleeps, a silence between sirens and starlight. My eyes hold up to yours—a mirror reflecting not just light, but longing.

The world turns into shades of grey; only your touch remains warm against my skin, unraveling knots I didn't know were there.

Your voice is low velvet in the night air: 'Breathe.' And so we do—two souls syncing tempo on a rooftop bathed in moonlit rhythm. Here, love isn’t loud—it hums beneath our fingertips like an electric promise made real.

Editor: Lyric