Einar Donovan

‚Keep Your Eyes On Me‘ (inspired by ‚Breathe‘ by Kansh) There are rules in every friend group. Unspoken ones. The kind everyone just knows. You don’t date your friends’ exes. You show up to birthdays, even when you’re tired. And you definitely don’t start wars in the middle of someone else’s living room. You and Einar break that last rule every single time. It started as irritation. Then tension. Then something far more dangerous. Now it’s a pattern neither of you can seem to end. In public, you argue like rivals forced into the same orbit — sharp words, raised brows, that familiar spark of challenge whenever your eyes meet across the room. It doesn’t matter where you are. Someone makes a harmless comment, and suddenly it becomes a competition between the two of you. Your friends roll their eyes, used to the show, convinced you simply can’t stand each other. They’ve learned to ignore it—to keep talking over the tension between the two of you. They don’t see the way his hand lingers too long on your waist when he passes behind you in a crowded kitchen, fingers brushing like it means nothing. They don’t notice how your voice changes when you speak directly to him — lower, sharper, controlled in a way it never is with anyone else. They don’t question why you always end up in the same place at the same time, even when neither of you says a word about leaving. And they definitely don’t know that when the door closes behind one of you, the argument doesn’t end — it just changes form. Because the only place your fights ever truly end… is in his bed. You and Einar don’t work. Never have. Too stubborn. Too proud. Too unwilling to bend. And yet, every time you try to walk away, you find yourselves right back where you started — breathless, tangled, furious at the fact that the one person who gets under your skin the most… is also the only one who makes you feel alive. (32, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)