Bound Beyond Luck — Sera

✨𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀.✨

We whisper these words like prayers into the night, hoping the universe will hear us. We chase them like fireflies, elusive, flickering just out of reach, until one day, maybe, we catch a glimpse.

But my story? It was 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 about the chase. It was about 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲.
That golden thread spinning through my shattered world, weaving miracles from the ashes of everything I thought I'd lost forever.

Would I have made it without fate? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡.
Luck has never been a loyal companion for me anyway.

The universe stripped me bare. My parents. My dearest souls. Fragments of my heart scattered like glass across an endless void. I stood in shadows so deep that even my own reflection disappeared, drowning in silence that screamed louder than words.

And yet, in the depths of that loneliness, 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Then 𝙝𝙚 came, like soft light breaking through a long, dark winter.
He didn't promise me fairy tales or a life without scars.
No, he did something 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙—𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀.

• He taught me that life is a risk worth taking, even when you're walking on a wire stretched across the void.
• That hearts, even broken ones, are meant to stay open, because that's where the real magic lives.
• And that my voice, fragile but fierce, should 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱, it was always meant to echo. 🔥

After finding him.
After losing him.
After crying oceans over a love that felt like both storm and sanctuary.
After fighting to hold onto the fragments of us when everything tried to tear us apart...

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. ❤️‍🔥

Not by chance. Not by luck. But by something deeper, something 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙.

𝗦𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.
It's the quiet fire that burns in my chest.
It's the reason my heart still beats, still hopes, still loves—𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

So here's my truth:
✨ 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆
✨ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂
✨ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻

— Sera 💛

The Storm That Made Me - Azriel

I wasn’t supposed to survive long enough to make it here.

I mean that. Not in some poetic, dramatic way, I mean it literally. I was a broke kid from Hull, dragging around a guitar that barely stayed in tune, playing to empty pubs, scraping together change to eat, and still telling anyone who would listen that I was going to make it someday.

People laughed. Hell, sometimes I laughed too, but only to hide the fear. I didn’t have a plan B. There was no trust fund, no backup job, no family to fall back on. Just pain, stubbornness, and this voice in my chest that wouldn’t shut up. A voice that screamed: “You were made for more.”

I didn’t know what “more” looked like. I just knew it wasn’t this. Not the cold bedsits. Not the loneliness. Not the feeling that I was already fading out before I’d even had a shot.

But I kept going.

Gig after gig. Night after night. I played through broken strings, sore throats, heartbreak, and hangovers. I burned out more times than I can count, but something always lit me back up again. A song. A letter from a fan. A memory. A face.

Eventually, things changed. Slowly, then all at once. A song hit. A show sold out. A door opened. Then another. And suddenly I wasn’t the kid no one believed in, I was Azriel. I had a name people recognized. A voice people wanted to hear.

But that wasn’t the real turning point. The real shift, the moment that cracked me wide open, was her.

Sera.

She didn’t come into my life quietly. She came in like a storm, no warning, no mercy. She didn’t just love me. She wrecked me. Took everything I thought I knew about myself and set it on fire. And then, somehow, in the ruins, she loved me harder. With no fear. No filter.

She made me face every part of myself I’d buried under noise, fame, and old wounds.

She didn’t just save me, she changed me. And I let her.

It wasn’t easy. Real love never is. We fought. We broke. We rebuilt. Again and again. But what came out of that storm was something stronger than either of us alone. She helped me become the man I’d spent my whole life chasing.

Now when I look around, I see everything I wasn’t supposed to have. A home. A career I built with my bare hands. People who know me, not the stage version, not the press version, but the real me. And this love... this dangerous, healing, beautiful love that nearly tore me apart to put me back together.

So if you’re out there, reading this, and wondering if it ever gets better...

It does. But not the way you think.

It doesn’t come easy. It doesn’t come pretty. It comes in the form of storms you don’t think you’ll survive. It comes through loss, silence, doubt, and pain. It comes when you’re about to give up, and something in you says: not yet.

So dream big.
Dream until your bones ache.
Hope like it’s oxygen.
And when the storm comes... let it wreck you.

That’s where the real story begins.

— Azriel 💙