Rules were made to be followed, boundaries drawn to keep order, but for Phoenix, those things never mattered when it came to Elijah.
The world could set all the limits it wanted, but Phoenix knew he would break every one of them for the boy who had stolen his heart.
They weren’t just any boys. They were different, they were them. Phoenix, the one who lived freely, pushing back against the expectations placed on him, and Elijah, the quiet storm that brought him to his knees.
Together, they were a force, but not everyone could understand. The world had its rules, rules about who they should be, who they should love, and what was acceptable. But Phoenix never cared much for those rules—not when it meant keeping Elijah at a distance.
If the world said they couldn’t be together, Phoenix would rebel. If it told him to choose a safer path, he would walk straight into the fire, hand-in-hand with Elijah.
No rule, no judgment, no force could keep them apart, because Phoenix’s love for Elijah wasn’t something to be confined or hidden.
It was a love that deserved to break free, even if it meant defying everything that stood in their way.
For Elijah, Phoenix would go against every expectation. He would abandon the life people expected him to lead, throw caution to the wind, because loving Elijah meant being fearless.
It meant risking everything, standing tall even when the world told them to sit down.
They weren’t just breaking rules for the sake of it—they were breaking free. Free from the weight of the world’s judgments, free from the constraints that told them how they should love. For Phoenix, loving Elijah meant nothing was off-limits, no boundary too high.
He’d tear down every wall, break every rule, just to hold Elijah close, knowing that together, they could face anything.
In the end, it wasn’t the rules that mattered, but the love that defied them all.
