Wreck Me
Not everything that saves you is meant to stay, but when it holds you while you're falling, how do you let it go? Nyra Maheshwari ran across continents to escape voices that refused to die, carving a life where silence felt safer than people, where words became the only place she could breathe without fear closing in on her chest. Behind a name the world worships and a face no one knows, she exists between memory and reality, haunted by a past that refuses to loosen its grip. Zavian Deverux buried himself long before he ever stepped into a life that was not his, carrying grief that hollowed him out until all that remained was rage, ruin, and a carefully constructed distance from anything that could make him feel again. He does not ask questions, does not invite attachments, and he keeps his world deliberately small, untouched, and impossible to enter. Until her. What begins as stolen glances across a shared corridor slowly turns into something neither of them names, something sharp and consuming that settles into their bones, lingering in quiet nights, in shared silences, in the weight of everything they refuse to say. They convince themselves it is nothing more than need, something fleeting, something they can walk away from before it roots too deep. But need has a way of growing teeth. Some people don't walk into your life to stay. They arrive like a storm you never saw coming, tearing through everything you thought you had under control, leaving you to decide whether the wreckage is worth holding onto or if survival means letting go before it destroys you completely. He felt like ruin disguised as home. She felt like home disguised as ruin.
