Heaven Was Needing A Hero

In a world divided by borders and burned by war, love bloomed in the most unlikely soil. Some nations offer roses, others hide thorns. He was a soldier, taught to march and mistrust. She was a ballerina, trained to move with grace, not fear. Yet in each other, they found not a symbol of nations, but the beating heart beneath the uniform and the stage light. "Let us be the ones who offer roses, even if the world only gives us thorns."