The Lagos skyline was just beginning to shimmer as the sun dipped, but inside the minimalist, all-white penthouse, the world felt still. There was no noise here—no prying eyes, no flashing cameras, just the low hum of the city in the distance.
For them, the silence wasn't empty. It was protected. In the "low," they didn't need to shout to be heard; the quiet was where their love felt loudest. youtube.com/watch?v=N5iLw28GzHg">YouTube ? Low - song and lyrics by Larry Gaaga, Wizkid - Spotify
She smiled, knowing that while the rest of the world wanted a piece of him, he only wanted her to "choose him" back. It was a heavy kind of love, one that "sweety his body" and made him want to spend every resource he had just to keep this moment frozen in time.
"Go down on a low," he whispered as they danced, a slow, rhythmic movement that matched the sparse beat of the night. "No one has to know."
He watched her move across the room, the soft light catching the silk of her dress. In a world where every move was scrutinized, what they had was a rare treasure: a secret.