We fight like lovers and plan like thieves. You steal my calm; I crack your armor. In every boardroom, every chess match, every midnight argument on a rain-soaked balcony—you push, and I refuse to break. It’s the only dance either of us knows. The music is a blade. The floor is a promise.
You call me rival. I call you the axis I didn’t know I was spinning around. my dearest nemesis
The war is the thing that keeps us alive. We fight like lovers and plan like thieves