Comhroinn Fuaime

What makes them compelling is that neither one is the “fix” for the other. Juliette doesn’t magically become soft and healed around him, and Avery doesn’t lose himself trying to manage her storms. Instead, they keep meeting each other at these raw, unguarded moments where the masks drop—her vulnerability, his loyalty, her fear of abandonment, his stubborn hope that she can let someone in. It’s messy, but it’s honest.