"Then let's be ruined together," he said, his eyes burning with the raw, possessive intensity that had always been his undoing.
"And you’re still trying to control the world, Blake. Some things never change," Farrah retorted, adjusting the silk of her gown. She looked every bit the poised interior designer-turned-star, but her heart was hammering a rhythm only he had ever been able to provoke. If We Were Perfect by Ana Huang
"Farrah," he whispered, breaking character as the orchestra swelled. "I spent years pretending I didn't need you to be whole. I built a kingdom just to realize it was empty without the person I built it for." "Then let's be ruined together," he said, his
It had been five years since the shattering end of their relationship in Shanghai—five years of carefully constructed silence and "perfect" separate lives. Now, they were the stars of the season's most anticipated production, forced to play lovers under the unforgiving glow of the spotlights. I built a kingdom just to realize it
The stage manager signaled. This was the scene—the climax where their characters finally broke.